“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.”
― Garrison Keillor


Pine needles, pine needles, everywhere!
Tastes like wood, tastes like hair
They take them away, but I don’t care
For to the window I go to stare…over there…and there

Why do they take them away from me?
Do they hate the fun of the hunt they see?
My sense of success and propriety?
The captured loss of my enemy – the tree.

Keeping me inside is vile, corrupt!
And only because…I throw them up.

— By Sir Dublin McConnell

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