She says a cat's purring is good for one's health.
Then says Stop sighing before I've had my chance.
I sarcastically respond—I've heard it all before.
'Sighing might be very good for our health, love.'
(Asking) Has there been a published study,
and then the cat pounces, clawing her right arm
drawing blood, and I think it's- terribly-funny,
that now I'm the one left purring at my honey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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