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my cats the reincarnation of

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Hemingway. I keep catching him
sniping fish from the backwater alley.
He's a jungle guru, into big game;
scratching cause he's got the claws.
He isn't anybodies baby,
there isn't a whisker you could love
without ascent
of direct blood.

Merci for the short applause, it was kind.

Emma Lu.