A cat that’s tawny beige and white
And very fluffy fat
Appears from nowhere, just like
We’ve rolled out a welcome mat.
Either plopped down in the driveway
Or stretched out upon the deck,
The cat seems right at home
Although the collar on its neck
Tells me it belongs to someone;
It is not a random stray,
Yet I cannot understand why
It keeps wandering this way.
If I approach, it saunters off,
Quite haughty, like it knows
That there are better stops to make,
Or that’s what I suppose.
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