Ode to Shedding Cat

I think that I shall never see
A cat that sheds as much as thee.
Thy fur that sticks is all around
On chairs, on mats in little mounds.
I sweep the floor,
You shed some more.
I wash the rug
And you just shrug.
You should give thanks I tolerate that
Or you would be a crew-cut cat.

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