She, frightened,
Hid under my bed on her first day.
I got on my knees,
Saying hello, and asking Mercy to say cheese.
She said “go away with that thing, “
With her eyes.
And thus, I let her be.
But not before moving the litter box,
into the same room.
She wasn’t eating yet.
I played with, brushed, and cuddled her.
The tiny little bugger,
Was making me nervous.
Eat Mercy, please.
And on day 3, Celebrate!
Day 4, an empty dish!
And joy!
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