Cat Play!
Or
The unfortunate but rational mind of an abusive husband to be.
Hello little kitty.
I’m glad you’re made of foam.
Cause then I can poke you
and you’ll still call my house home.
You’ll never know any better
cause you’re a thing more than a cat.
But sometimes I get scared
thinking in and around that.
For see one day if I
get a cat that’s real and live,
Will I wish that I could poke it?
Cause it sure wouldn’t stay alive.
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