Uppity Cat Named Mae
Mae was too soft, too easy, and prone to believing every dud.
They would swindle her, steal from her, persuade her to invest.
You need some guardians, her great aunt told her, like Pud.
Pud was a twenty-six year old Tomcat that could survive any test.
Pud also had an instinct about men, and trusted almost none.
Having him around was good, but extra cats would be more fun.
So Mae brought home two more purr-balls, Muffins and Mr. Eyes of Blue.
The four of them were intimidating, and kept her money safe and true.
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