
This is the poem written for all naughty and pet cats. C

She tumbles down the staircase in whirls and swirls,
Like a little white pearl
She opens her sleepy hungry eyes for food
If you don't allow she can be rude
She would snarl and bark like a dog

But her anger would shed like a fog
Then she will purr and want some love
And become a quite peaceful dove
A cat who will turn from a beast into a beauty
She is the one whom I think is very pretty
She can empty my pantry in seconds
The cat whom I love and call TRACINS.


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