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Cat Hidden In a Violin Case

The professor opened the precarious black violin case Knowing he was going to show us an animal full of grace. I watched him with interest, for he is a musical maestro. And, he told me, this is why in this home, mice do not grow. Princess Ebony is an unusually perfect pitch melodic cat. She hunkers down, and pretends she is a piece of a doormat. This darling cat with enormous pretty yellow eyes, Gave me a knowing smile, such a wonderful surprise. She is my secret weapon, my hidden mouse-catching treasure. Watching her hunt down and catch rodents is my absolute pleasure. I have no idea where he has hidden away his Stradivarius, But I walk gingerly past Princess Ebony, my fate precarious.

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Date: 10/29/2020 11:36:00 AM
Indeed! Cats – I've had a few in my life – are bizarre creatures, second only to sone humans. I had one once that liked sleeping in open boxes or in dark closets; another that liked clawing up curtains. Especially enjoyed the third couplet comparing a cat to a doormat. / Maurice
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Date: 10/26/2020 5:56:00 AM
Strange place to have a cat.. Nice poem Caren...
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/26/2020 4:44:00 PM
This was inspired by a photo of a sweet black kitty sleeping in a violin case.

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