I think that I shall never seeA cat that sheds as much as thee. Thy fur that sticks is all aroundOn chairs, on mats in little mounds. I sweep the floor,You shed some more. I wash the rugAnd you just shrug. You should give thanks I tolerate thatOr you would be a crew-cut cat.
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