|I have so many books, I've started using cats as bookends.|
Excerpt from "Catalog" by Rosalie Moore
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Cats, when they sleep, slump;
When they wake, pull in—
And where the plump's been
Cats walk thin.
A cat condenses.
He pulls in his tail to go under bridges,
And himself to go under fences.
In any size box or kit;
And if a large pumpkin grew under one,
He could arch over it.
from Cat Poems, selected by Myra Cohn Livingston
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