Oh, Kitty in the window, how cute you are among all that ugly machinery. Every morning I pass you when I'm about to enter the school, and every morning you look up at me with that, "I'm cute but too lazy to look at you for very long." Then you quickly return to your deep slumber and roll back fully onto your side. You remind me of a cat back home, one who sits in baskets and lounges around like Garfield himself. Interestingly enough, your owners have made this special blanket bed right in the front of their shop so that people can peek at you during the day.When it's sunny I know you must love curling up there in the radiant glow while people adore you from in front of the lined, smoggy glass. And yet around all the rust, dirt, and oil, there you are clean as a whistle on that less-than clean blanket of yours.
Funny, I am drawn to look at you as I miss my own kitty back home,
Signing out in poetic thought, Lady Laura Jones
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