Octavia, I'm told, was a cat of very little brain
even before a high fever left her with even less.
What little there was, though, was firmly fixated on,
well, whatever it was fixated on that week.
When she had broken her thighbone, for instance,
she went skittering across the floor with all her might
until she proudly got rid of her splint.
Right up to the end,
"Octi-Puss" played the part of the cute, fluffy, pet-store kitten,
even as she growled and spat and whacked at the
new kitten
who couldn't be convinced her tail was not a toy.
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