Cats are strange, with an independent
air. Always giving the illusion, they really
do not care. When they're in the mood,
they can be affectionate. Quite the
oppisite too. Leaving you in a quandary,
what they want, from you. You'll never
know what they're all about and if you
live to be a hundred, you'll never figure
them out. They'll always be mysterious,
in whatever they do. But in their own
way, they show their love, for you. So
no use to fret, just enjoy this mystical
pet, you'll never change their ways.
Just treasure each moment you have
with them, until the rest of their days!
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