She was the cat
That came to dinner
And stayed for breakfast
For fourteen years
So we fed her though
She never let us touch
Her claws always at the ready
What could we do
We were her prisoners
When it got colder we
Converted an ice chest
Into a heated cabin for her
Lined with old pajamas
At some point she became
A professor of humility
At the local university
At least that was her story
She just wanted to be loved
And still be wild and free
So we loved her as if
We ever had a choice
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