Cats

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I don't have a cat
But they appear to own me
They always watch me
Walking about

They sit under cars
On walls
Behind windows
Ever present

They are strange to me
But I like them
Like little furry ninjas
They use us

Their affection isn't always obvious
Like a dogs would be
But it is there
_really_

I am fascinated by them
I like their eyes
Because they always look
As if they know something unknown

Cats
natures ninjas

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