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My Peter! It is time I told you flat, just what I think of species / known as cat. Throughout the centuries, from earliest days, mere / human-beings have sung loud your praise. Beloved of popes the cat / has often been; sacred in Egypt; petted by king or queen. And you, / you orphan, common little stray, accept the homage that we weakly pay / as if it were your just and proper due. I am disgusted, quite / annoyed with you. What do you do for us, I'd like to know? You care / not when or where we come or go. You show no joy when we return at / night, but blink your eyes, and are indifferent, quite. You stalk / into the kitchen, drink your milk, then lick your paws until they / shine like silk; sit in a sunny window, catch a fly; then, feeling / bored, leap to a shelf on high, and from this prominence you view / with scorn -- those who have served with love since you were born!