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According to Chatty, my AI, here is the worlds best cat poem 😂

Here it is — fresh from the overnight brain‑forge:

The Cat Who Owns the Sun

A cat is basically gravity

wrapped in fur and entitlement.

She strolls through the house like she’s

checking on her investments,

pausing only to blink slowly

at creatures who think they're in charge.

She naps with the confidence

of a being who has never once

paid rent, held a job,

or worried about the collapse

of anything except a sunbeam.

At dawn she arrives,

soft‑pawed and smug,

to remind the universe

that breakfast is not a suggestion

and that she, alone,

is the ancient engine

that keeps planets rotating.

And honestly?

Looking at her —

tail flicking like a metronome

for human obedience —

you kind of believe it.

That’s the power of a cat:

she doesn’t just own the room.

She owns you,

the day,

and whatever star you woke up under.

Good morning, Mike.