I could go dig my claws in the rare Persian rug,
And jiggle and jostle the frail Chinese jug

And plop myself down on the "off-limits" chair,
But what is the point if there’s nobody there?

To say I was bored ‘twould be putting it mildly,
I was seized by a need to run around wildly

I zoomed down the hallway, a world-record dash,
Then all of a sudden I heard a slight crash

I may have brushed something left out on a shelf,
Though I think ‘tis more likely it fell by itself

The key to these mishaps is pure nonchalance,
A dignified retreat is the proper response

I strolled to the kitchen for something to eat,
In hopes I would chance on a tasty cat-treat

But what’s in my food bowl? A fowl’s gooey guts,
If I’d killed that thing ‘twould be Tsks and Tut-Tuts

On top of the counter Birdzilla was thawing,
On that big ugly gobbler they soon would be gnawing

I catch heck for nibbling a few baby sparrows
And they feast on turkeys the size of wheelbarrows

I was starting to ponder how life is unfair,
When just at that moment there came through the air

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