She blew into my cage on a cold winter wind, wearing a full-length brown fur coat. She was a real looker, though given to flights of fancy. Her claws could be sharp, but that dish had gams all the way up to her velvet ears. She asked to share my chew, and who was I to say no. She tossed her pretty head, said she liked my nose. Days went by, we bumped gums, we pitched woo. I was dizzy with this dame, even thought about making her my frau. Turned out she was a chisel and a worker to boot; I shoulda known she'd breeze.
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