My tabby cat with spectacles on nose, Sits on a chair in imperial pose. She holds an open book in one hand, And a mug of coffee of a fresh brand. Though she controls only the mouse, She acts as though the empress of the house. She sits content in the glare of the sun, And reads of adventures of great fun. With a blink of eyes and flick of ear, She keeps turning pages in great cheer. She relishes sipping the hot coffee, And enjoys her uninterrupted spree. She sits dangling her feet in joy. I wonder what is her next ploy. Folding the book, she bids goodbye, And drifts off to sleep closing her eye.
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