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Dont'cha wish ur cat was as hot as me?

The Tortoiseshell Cat

The tortoiseshell cat
She sit on the mat
As gay as a sunflower she;
In orange and black you see her blink,
And her waistcoat's white, and her nose is pink
And her eyes are green of the sea.
But all is vanity, all the way;
Twilight's coming and close of day,
And every cat in the twilight's gray,
Every possible cat.

The tortoiseshell cat
She is smooth and fat,
And we call her Josephine,
Because she weareth upon her back
This coat of colors, this raven black,
This red of the tangerine.
But all is vanity, all the way;
Twilight follows the brightest day,
And every cat in the twilight's gray,
Every possible cat.

--Patrick Reginald Chalmers

Poems!

I was online looking for some topic to tlk abt but im just gonna post poems! So heres one i found...
Cat
The fat cat on the mat may seem to dream
of nice mice that seem to suffice for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe, walks in thought unbowed, proud,
where loud roared and fought his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den in the East feasted on beasts and tender men.

The giant lion with iron claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred, fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft leaps on his meat
where woods loom in gloom--far now they be,
fierce and free, and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat kept as a pet,
he does not forget.

--J.R.R. Tolkien