The Cat looks out the window.
It waits her bowl for food.
She is at her litter box.
She moves swiftly around the house.
She chases the bouncingball.
At the beiging, and the of the day, the cat in the window is still the cat you see at the end.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet as it sounds like my meesha! ! But oh what a joy they bring! ! ! Bonnie