She always had a touch of cat about her—
She loved warm milk, long naps, and quiet grace.
And underneath each soft, gloved hand she carried
Five dainty claws, just barely out of place.
At night, when moonlight shimmered in her gazes,
And silver danced within her glowing eyes,
She seemed a cat for real, in all her phases—
So still… and yet prepared to spring and fly.
She curled beneath the blanket like a kitten,
And sometimes skipped on sleep the whole night through.
But every day, despite the rain or mischief,
She laughed with ease, as if the world was new.
Not everyone could stroke her silky fur—
Some passed her by with barely more than cheer.
A lucky few got close enough to purr…
But she still dreamed that someone would draw near.
Snow felt like magic falling from the skies,
And chocolate—her sweet cure for every ache.
At dawn, sleep gently touched her with closed eyes,
And in her dreams, kind arms held her awake.
The moonlight casts a trail, serene and fair,
You hear her steps drift softly out of reach…
One night, she slips away into the air—
The cat you never quite knew how to teach...
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