You have hateful eyes,
you watcher,
you hell-being sentinel.
You are soulless
and dead.
I know that you are
watching me, waiting for
a slight misstep
to launch
your attack on me.
Futile swipes at empty air.
I hope you die,
you goddamn cat.
You are fuzzy and would make nice gloves
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It is a matter to gain the affection of a cat. He is a philosophical animal, tenacious of his own habits, fond of order and neatness, and disinclined to extravagant sentiment. He will be your friend, if he finds you worthy of friendship, but not your slave.
--Theophile Gautier
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