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I'm more afraid of you
Our kitten climbed a tree and we couldn't take it off
Well, what do you want from me. I am a predator
A gray cat near a blade of grass rests with its whiskers up, but its eyes are watching you
What are you looking at, this is my place
Ooty, dear, and who is it that woke up
Let me go home, it's not May on the street
I ate a little too much, it often happens to me
Would you move over?
At least someone would stroke it
Why are you looking at me like that?
A box on a white background and a cat climbs out of it