Cats
CATS
The house is a rumble with cat yowls and howls.
They sharpen their claws, and duel with their paws.
They roll and tumble and make the dog grumble.
Steal what they shouldn't,
try high jumps they couldn't.
Use grapple hooks to climb my legs,
leaving bloody trails behind their tails.
Then they sleep and look so sweet,
Until they wake; more stuff to break.
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