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The Cat's Night Before
Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.
'Cuz the cat had pounced on him,
and tore him apart,
Ate his mousey intestines,
And chewed up his heart.
Kitty thought he heard sleighbells,
which made him take pause,
He stopped daintily licking,
the blood from his claws.
"Must be Santa" thought Kitty,
(that quite clever cat),
'Cuz nobody else climbs down,
the chimney like that.
Indeed it was ol' Santa,
so jolly and fat,
With a load of presents,
and all for the cat!
"Wow, the best Christmas ever!",
Kitty thought with a purr,
Then he coughed up a hairball,
and shed some more fur.
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