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Sometimes I feel like a cat who’s just dragged in a fresh kill
– rat guts strewn all through the carpet – an offering to you, and
you are screaming – you are chasing me out of the house, and
I am quite concerned that you’re feeling upset, so
I resolve to find you another rat, or something even bigger, coz
I love you so much, and you seem really unhappy, and
I want to show you just how clever and special I am, and
… we all know how this works out, but
it’s okay, coz I love being a cat, and
you haven’t got rid of me yet!