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My farm is truly blessed © Kathy Ralph 2011 I Am a Cat I am a cat, who can smell a rat, a thousand miles away, Are you a rat, who comes to me and tempts me to just play? The smell of rats that hunt you, are always in your nose, Because you see they taunt you, the rat he never shows, How or what he's thinking, he simply passes through, To make some gains for him alone, his disease he gives to you. And so as cat you hunt him, and try to track him down, Not because you love him, but because his type should drown. As soon as you have killed one, more come passing by, You spend your life just waiting, for rats to come and try, Try to get inside you, to make you lose your mind, They even try to fool, you by appearing to be fine. But once you get the perfume, of rats within your head You cannot rest at any time, until they all are dead But as a cat you soon must learn, those Rats have got it all, They simply keep on going on; their type they never fall, They do not have courageous hearts, hunters they are not, They purely go from cat to cat and within the dark they plot. They laugh at how you hunt them and even send some clues, Of what they're like and what they do, to you it is not news. You believe that you will beat them, that you will wipe them out, But day by day their numbers grow, and you are left to shout, Shout about the army of them, marching through your life Their cunning written on their sleeves, their beings oh so trite, Cats get oh so tired, from hunting down the vermin, It's hard to really believe, that rats are much like humans. They trash the place, and spread disease without a care at all, But give the cats a fighting chance and they'll ensure they fall And is a cat really a cat, or simply God on earth, Facing every day of life, a huge and fruitless search, And so a cat remains a cat, his job to keep things clean But when we work at hunting, our virtues are never seen.