ode to captain our tuxedo kit kat yowls and mews his hopeless owners to abuse such a ruckus

racks our threshold i cringe, i shudder and then i scold but still our feckless kit kat scratches unlock the locks! unlatch the latches! then there sits he insouciant...yawns a monarch to his grateful pawns his royal furriness has nerve to grouse then saunters round behind the house he's at the front, he wants the back i'm going to have a heart attack he's at the back he wants the front, (my wife calls this his favorite stunt) we never should have picked the runt i bang my forehead and implore for godsakes, kat! just choose a door dan essman 1 october 2012

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