Murder Mittens

Oh, fluffy little midget mine, how innocent you look. But your many crimes have crossed a line so often it would fill a book. From toe-beans so very cute, attached, are those murder mittens. No one would ever think you a brute. Evil cats grow from sweet kittens . I took you home with thoughts of love wafting through the air. But now I have to wear a glove just to brush your hair. There you lie upon your back inviting a sweet caress. But if I do , then you attack , leaving me a bloody mess. What happened to the kitten, so sweet, I brought home on that long ago day. Now with those razors on your feet you keep us all at bay.