Feline Foe My cat is plotting to kill me Of this, I'm deadly sure Her intent displayed so clearly The moment I enter the door As I go about my business I know she wants me dead Her eyes, a burning sensation I feel on the back of my head Amidst the growls and hisses I hear the undertones That say "your days are numbered, just wait till we're alone" I wait with baited breath For when the moment comes I know she'd have already done it If she had opposable thumbs My cat is plotting to kill me Of this, I am aware Behind her wicked whiskers A cold and murderous stare My housemates don't believe me But I know they will some day When they find my #lifeless body Beside her litter tray
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