Tabby and Sunflowers
tabby, tabby, tabby, leave those sunflowers alone.
They are dangerous to consume, so get back on the phone.
Cat stopped playing and stared at the loud speaking child.
His ringtone was loud, jazzy, bluesy, not in the least mild.
I don’t want to be on the phone, he said. I want to push this vase.
He loved the look of shock and horror on the human kid’s face.
He knew the mother and she would probably blame the little guy.
“Go ahead!” the kid said, with a sad little resigned sigh.
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