The cats are potted; all is chaos
paper ripped and flying in the breeze
created by running, stampeding cats
A small square pillow flies through the air
and is caught by another
and the pace becomes even more frantic
For an hour, all is in disarray
and then....
We all sleep- laughter and peace in our hearts
I love you and bow to your power
the green, the strong.... catnip!
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