Cats can be so cute and cuddly, but not always.
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When I was just a child
We lived in poverty.
We had rats in the back yard
And mice in the pantry.
That’s when my dear old dad
Came home from work one day,
And in his arms all nice and warm
The cutest kitten lay.
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We named her Brigella
And she soon grew big and strong.
She was really rather fierce
And her fur was rather long.
The mice and rats soon fled in fear
Never to return again.
But that cat became my enemy
A fear which I’ve retained.
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Brigella enjoyed the hunt
And often the corner she’d hog,
With a half chewed bird beneath her claws
And even the occasional frog.
She’d lie in wait behind the door
Jumping on me when I walked past.
She’d scratch my arms and hiss
Leaving me shivering and aghast.
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I’ve never got over the fear,
Though most cats look really cute.
They purr and stroke up against your legs
And are often quite astute.
But whenever I see a cat approach
My heart misses a beat,
And I think back to Brigella
And make an exit quite discrete.
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Christine Ramsay 11.1.11
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