Whose Cat is That
Whose cat is that? A small-minded ghoul asks me.
I turn and look, and think “whoop dee whee”
How can he not know that is the Count’s Cat?
He is dressed like Dracula, in drag, and all that.
I think it’s the Count’s cat, I say to the little ghoul.
How do you know? He asks. Is he a simpleton fool?
Look how he is dressed. Just use your eyes, I say.
He could be in disguise he says back, then floats away.
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