The Cat Who Cloned Herself

A mystical, magical cat named Mary Maid Mim Met me at my most favorite spinning class in a gym She said, "Your beard certainly needs a good trim." I thought, "This cat has a lot of sass, vigor and vim." I brought her home, on a lark, using a box from the park. She did not do any tricks the first day, choosing perhaps to stay. The next night I awoke to two cats, and other one's name was Spats. How did he get in, I wondered as I massaged my chin. By day four there were four cats in my sink, cozy cuddily I think. I could not believe my eyes, the two new ones were a surprise! "I can clone myself," Mary Maid Mim told me, with finesse of an elf. What in the world was I going to do? Every day a cat, a new?