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“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
― James Herriot

Tails of the Black Cat

A black cat
On the fence sat
No, not with a hat
Nor even, a rat
And none too fat

“Bring me some fish, stat”
To me she spat

“Oh won’t you look at that,
A feisty little thing of a cat!”
I said

Knowing full well,
I sooner should her have fed

She kept at me staring
With her nostrils flaring
I felt quite daring
Acting non-caring

Cautiously, approaching
With a bowl full of fish things
I could almost hear her sing
When seeing what I’d bring

Now the cat
Who was black
Who on the fence sat
Now nicely did act
And was ready,
For a quick chat

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“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx

Black Cat

When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat

The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat

After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual

This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail