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The Cat’s Thoughts

Although you think that you are free

In fact you are a slave to me

You sit or move at my command

While my claws dig into your hand

I know you think my purr is nice

I use it wisely to entice

You, and so ensnare your mind

So that the truth you never find.

The truth is that I run the house

And sometimes deign to give a mouse

To let you know I am aware

Of slaves that give me daily care

Oh you may think you’re strong and large

But who feeds who?  Who is in charge?

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