I looked at the cat,
The cat look back,
As I wondered what happened to him today.

To my surprise he spoke
My soul did woke,
And I pist my pants out of fright.

The cat did laugh
As it called me an ***,
And my fear did wither away.

But the cat stopped,
To remember his thought,
And to my attention it brought.

A fine line of interest.
Again the cat began to talk,
As he was startled while he walked.

The cat said:

I saw a pink window,
And through it a widow,
That looked like a witch in disguise.

She sat on a chair,
And to my despair,
She winked one of her eyes.

I thought she wanted me,
But she beseeched me,
To eat some of her pie.

Then she raised a bowl of milk,
With a silvery smooth silk
Clothe in her hand that, she waved at me with pride.

I did jump,
As my mouth agreed yum,
Through that pink window.

The widow did turn,
Into the witch I’d seen first
My eyes then tear and burst.

I twitched my body
To turn around,
Then I heard no sound.

But when I made the full 180
That made me look pity,
There she was on the ground.

She laughed at me my face turned blue,
As I stared at her,
From the other side of the pink window.

She said look at your face,
What a big disgrace,
When I noticed my whiskers were gone.

Now you my owner,
Didn’t notice a thing,
Except that I spoke in your sight.

Now that you look like me pretty as can be,
I laughed at the whiskers on your face,
That uplifted my sight.

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