Catzy

Catzy

I sleep in clean fur, 

I creep like a mouse in the house as I purr.

 It is my job to be lazy like a daisy in the haze of a maze where I live.

It is here that cream and fish flow, like many roads. 

In this slinky and minks of a life. Yet remains the crazy eight, 

So I wait with Catzy, as I fancy.

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