Claws hidden deeply under fur                                                                          A sound you hear, a gentle purr.                                                                  Soft eyes look deeply into mine.                                                              Claws sheathed, and everything is fine.

But suddenly a dart, a feint.                            Those sharp nails come out to paint.                                                                   My blood across my scratched cheek.                                                           Lashed by them, my flesh to seek. 

I did no wrong that I can see.                Except to stroke the cats belly…? Me?       Ow is all that I can say.                                 My mate explains it was just play…..

Never try and make a friend.                       Of cats who’s claws will, in the end.         Sharply bite down onto bone.                     And cause such pain it makes you moan! 

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