Tired of dissembling, the
orange cat
Gave up crouching before he jumped
And grunting when he landed. Sometimes
He'd float up to the window ledge
Other times he'd teleport so quickly
He could hiss from a bookshelf
At himself on the ground. Just once
He missed his mark and slid down the wall.
Gave up crouching before he jumped
And grunting when he landed. Sometimes
He'd float up to the window ledge
Other times he'd teleport so quickly
He could hiss from a bookshelf
At himself on the ground. Just once
He missed his mark and slid down the wall.
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