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The impish kitten looks at me in disdain.

Oh! Its dirty litter! I did it (not) again!

The kitchen knife glints in its sheen.

I suppress the urge to scream.

Violence is bad, I assure myself,

As I grab a cookie from the shelf.

A deep breath is all I need.

The kitten asks, where’s my feed?

Inner zen is forgotten and discarded,

As I wish myself, again, dead.

Do you want a recipe for bliss?

Never with a hassled cat momma mess! 


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