'It's not that a cat's nine lives to share,
You tell it to scat, so it learns, 'take care'!
Beware Mankind's oft-changing whim,
Else end up dead or dazed or dim!
To land on one's feet is truly clever,
To find refuge from unruly weather,
To hunt, of course, refines one's wits,
But a scaredy cat's just scared to bits!
Nine lives! ? Not quite. Just one alone.
We scratch a living in Man's Twilight Zone.
We 'purr-fect' our skills with each new day,
Smelling the roses along the way...'
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