There are two cats. Who?
Run this joint.
This cat pours you-
Cream in soup bowls.
Delicious. That cat serves you biscuits,
With fish sauce. Nip on the side-
Won’t lick their paws in kitchen;
No hairballs in front of the guests.
No reports of pest control on the payroll
Part of union breaks by the dumpster;
Midnight, across the empty lot,
Two cats scream in terror:
“Keep dousing the fire,”
“It’s her favorite restaurant.”
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