• Fishbone@lemmy.world
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    9 months ago

    If ye wish to climb the stairs,

    Then first endure our three glares.

    For moving, we aren’t in the mood,

    Though we may change our tune for food.

    And a warning should our bowls lay empty,

    Misfortune falls swift and plenty.

    So please, appease us kitties three,

    Lest ye wake in a bed of pee.

    • FooBarrington@lemmy.world
      1·
      9 months ago

      One of them always tells the truth, another always lies, and the last one bites your hand when petting their belly. Though that might be all of them.