Spilled Ink

I didn't do it.

So stop looking at me like that.

I'm telling you, It wasn't me.

You're acting like a bat.

Being creepy,

Blaming a poor cat.

Well, now I oughta do it to you,

At that.

What.

What do you want.

No, it was not me.

Now go blame it on my aunt,

Or I will eat a bee.

Yes, I know they're bad for me,

But I will, if you don't stop.

Why am I cleaning myself?

Ummm, have you never seen a cat clean herself?

No, I still say that I'm not guilty.

No, my paws are definitely not filthy.

I clean them every day!

So go away.

No, I did not do anything.

I'm too cute do to do everything.

It would mess up my fur.

Wait, now you're only a blur.

What?! Is this ink on my face?

Ugh, is this because of that little race?

I told you, I don't run.

Is that a mouse?

Catch it, hooman.

What?!

I don't run, so I don't catch.

No, YOU go take a bath.

I just finished grooming my fur.

No, you don't get a cat blink.

Wait, you were blaming me for spilled ink?!

I didn't know thaaaaatttttt

(I might have done it... hee hee hee...)

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So, the cat was blamed of spilling the ink, and although he didn't admit it, his owner still knew that he did it, although he wasn't punished, because, of course, he was too cute.

Keep an eye out for the continuation of this poem! Coming out very soon! (As long as my cat(s) (I have 2 cats yes.) doesn't spill ink all over my script. ;) *wink*)

I hope you all enjoyed this!

~Cristina Alan

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