For the Ode To Cat 2 Poetry Contest sponsored by JCB Brul
I stood in front of my first place as the clouds rolled above at a snail's pace. I glanced down at this fluffy white face with soft olive eyes and long whiskers of grace. I asked this kind feline where it might live as though it were a lady with an answer to give. Sissy stared up at me with silent inspection before she meowed with a loud inflection. From that moment we were friends for years and this bright memory begets happy tears.
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