I baked some cookies, fresh and warm,
Their smell, a perfect, sugary storm.
I turned my back for just a beat,
And came back to a missing treat!
The culprit’s clear, though no one speaks—
It’s furry paws and whiskered cheeks.
A trail of crumbs leads down the hall,
A guilty cat, too proud to call.
I chase him down, he gives a...
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