A tiny mewl drew his eye o’er the fence
To a drop of angry, inky blackness
That hissed and spat and arched her sodden back
Rescued, pampered, fed and cared for – she rules
home wherein she dwells, her domain enspells
A hiss, a spit, an angry claw is law
Her journey from waif to ruler complete
Minions serve at her feet, obey each whim
With soft, fluffy beds to rest in, purring
She relaxes (a bit), one eye open!
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