Ambushed Ambushed by a mass of fur. With voice that sounds more like a whirr. I'm forced to follow to keep the peace! And rummage to find things to eat. Then stillness from the furry maw. Now sated offers velvet paw. My tea in hand I find a seat. As She runs around my now cold feet. She snuggles up with cuddles free. I love my cat and she loves me.
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