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Muscled, black with steel-green eye swishing through the rye grass with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.... And the mouse police never sleeps --- lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat.
Eats but one in every ten --- leaves the others on the mat.... And the mouse police never sleeps --- waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town crier; birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red --- licensed to multilate.
From warm milk on a lazy day to dawn patrol on hungry hate.... No, the mouse police never sleeps --- climbing on the ivy.
Windy roof-top weathercock.
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile.
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