Lazy Sunday
Early this morning I heard such a clatter,
I ran downstairs to see what's the matter.
And, of course, there was my trouble cat Mingo on top of the stove. I had left last night's chicken in a pan when I staggered off to bed. Mingo is always ready for the main chance. He looks like a cannon ball with a cat skin sewed tightly over it. He was delighted to see me and rubbed his huge cheeks against my hand. Just for the form of it I fussed at him but that just makes him purr louder. The clock thing I did not bother to render very well, it's a malevolent Cheshire Cat clock.
Behold.
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