Here's a story of a cat I once knew
He didn't do things cats should do
When you pet his head he wouldn't purr
He didn't use his paw to clean his fur
He wouldn't chase yarn around the room
He wouldn't even ride on the back of a broom
He wouldn't chase a mouse into a hole
he wouldn't drink milk from a bowl.
"This cat is strange" some would say
But his friends liked him anyway
He'd rather chase his tail round and round
He's rather bury a bone in the ground
He'd rather chase a ball through the air
He'd rather turn and growl like a bear
He likes to feel the air whip past his nose
He's rather follow a scent to see where it goes
It would seem this cat was a little mixed up
This kitty thought he was a little brown pup
To your ownself you must be true
Only then will you light truly shine through
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