He cannot fit.
He cannot sit.
I can’t believe it.
I saw him quit.
Finally a box to best a cat.
I bet tomorrow I’ll find it flat.
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Love the poem and I want to snuggles him.
The little poem elevated this post so much, it’s perfect. Well done!
Maybe he can sleep
Leave the fluff to settle overnight and you’ll have a tool-shaped cat
There’s a glitch in the matrix
