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Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Cats, when they sleep, slump;
When they walk, pull in -
And where the plump's been
There's skin.
Cats walk thin....
Cats sleep fat.
They spread out comfort underneath them
Like a good mat....
A cat condenses.
He pulls in his tail to go under bridges,
And himself to go under fences....
When everyone else is just ready to go out,
The cat is just ready to come in.
He's not where he's been.
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Rosalie Moore
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