How Some Cats Are
They arrived at Tom’s house with Salmon kibble.
When he opened the door he said, “I want a nibble!”
They asked him which litter box they should use.
Not the one by the door, it is next to my shoes!
They found one in the kitchen and two in the attic.
I will use this green one said Winnie, it is automatic.
They smelled cod and flounder when they came inside.
Tom had a shy wife, who continued to hide.
Is she coming out ever? Delilah asked their sweet host.
She probably won’t, he admitted; she is kind of like a ghost.
That’s how some cats are, Winnie said taking a bite….
Of delicious tuna casserole and it tasted just right!
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