All ginger cats are prone to make one doubt
That cats, as such, are really what they seem.
By day, they move with stealth and prowl about.
By night, it's thought, they haunt with eyes agleam.
And yet the gamut of their lives, we know,
Excludes their actions when beyond our ken.
Our progress in this question is so slow
As renders it but crass conjecture when
We postulate, against the sober facts,
That gingers must exist when they're not seen.
There's nothing cogent here which contradicts
What everyone from history can glean:
Egyptian cats are like their god of old,
Who died come night, and was reborn with day.
So, when it comes to gingers, we've been sold
The lie that when they're not around - they're just at play!
It follows, then, that all cats must enjoy
Recycled life which no force can confine -
Thay's why they have the the habit to employ
A haughty mien - their lives are more than nine!
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