Her ears were too big, but she never listened.
Her attitude I was told rivaled that of a Brooklyn whore.
She ignored anyone that didn't feed her.
She took from the blind when they weren't looking.
She pretended to be asleep, so I wouldn't move her.
She snarled at the others who dared to look at her.
She claimed the favorite chair and moved you, if you sat there.
She wasn't very tall, but you always knew she was there.
She died not knowing she had a cat's name.
Cosi Celeste
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