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| My ankle-biter sleeping |
Sleeping all day
Not a care in the world
Purring like an old Chevy
Biting me the next
You are always unpredictable
You are always good when you want a snack
But only after biting my ankles
This poem I wrote pretty much sums up my cat. She's an ankle-biter, loves queso and cupcakes. Once, when I wasn't paying attention, I looked over to find her on my lap, eating my pizza.
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