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My poem about Cats.....

The poem........Cats

March 16th 2007 1:42 am
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Cats hunt and play, they are mysterious creatures day after day.
They play with thier catnip, trinkets, and other toys, they hunt
down mice as though they were rubber toys. They play with thier
catnip and it gets them loopy as ever, then the nxt day they get
loopy again over and over. They sing thier happy meows and they
walk the streets all night. Looking for prey they catch a sight. In
the dim light there is a mouse. It (the mouse) trys to run but it is
stunned. The cat didint catch it but for sure the next time, the cat
WILL get it, watch out the next time. Then the cats go home and
get thier rest. Then the next day they get up and see that they are
the best of hunting, running, and playing as they can see. They
think they are so purrrfect and they think it wise, so they think
they can just lay around doing nothing at times. Cats are animals,
cats are my life, cats are the best animal of ever in life. :)


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