That’s curious,
See - all my shirts
Have a hole
In the right shoulder,A little bit before
the seam,
It needs a close look
To be seen
I clip his front claws
Once a month,
It’s possible I missed one,
Once,
Then when I lay back
For a rest,
He perches sphinx-like
On my chest,
Kneading my shoulder
With his pets,
And soon enough, each one
He gets
Huh.
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