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Declawed

Tangled in yarn, he purred.

Like a kilowatt humming through the extension cord.

When he wasn't a blue cat, he was gray.

When he wasn't being played with, he was stray.

But his attitude made all the difference.

A rule of thumb for his mere existence.

"I think it's almost golden, no I know it's almost golden."

Color blind it was his silver lining.

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kimberly-seibert
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Aug 20, 2014
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