My poor cat's relentless scratching
is a message he's dispatching
that he cannot find a vacant spot to poop.
It's only seven-thirty
but the litter box is dirty !
I've looked everywhere but I can't find the scoop.
So first I give the box a shake
with fervent hope that this will make
the buried treasure rise up to the surface.
As I pluck each little nugget
and I drop it in the bucket
I'm grateful that my life now has a purpose.
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