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She's always been a little cat, She loved to sleep and milk And under the glove of each palm Fine concealed five claws. When her big eyes shining The moon reflects the light of a slightly It seemed this cat, Ready for the sudden jump. She slept up under a blanket, And sometimes do not sleep, But every day in spite of rain and troubles Ease was hilarious. Not everyone could stroke her fur, Another, who was passing by the hour, Ruffled by the ear, but wanted a cat, To someone good cat tamed. Fluffy snow magic it seemed, A chocolate - a cure for separations, By dawn, the gentle...