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Natasha sits where the warm sun glows,
Blue eyes sharp, everybody knows.
Black-and-white coat shining bright,
Queen of the couch in the soft daylight.
Stretched out long on her velvet throne,
Calm and cool, she rules alone.
Don’t poke or stare, don’t test her mood,
One tail flick—you’ll know she’s not in the mood.
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Oh Natasha, empress so fine,
Wisdom in those ancient lines.
Climbed too high when she was small,
Now she knows the rise and fall.
Trifle not with her domain,
Natasha rules, through sun and rain.
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Once a kitten, bold and full of fight,
Cheeky, stubborn, climbing day and night.
Mama said, “That tall tree’s no good friend,
It’ll trap you high—your climb will end.”
But up she went, paws scratching rough bark,
Stranded in the wind, meowing in the dark.
Days went by, all wet and cold and torn,
Till they brought her down, a little pride-worn.
Now she knows some crowns you fight to keep,
And some you wear while curled up fast asleep.
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Oh Natasha, empress so fine,
Wisdom in those ancient lines.
Climbed too high when she was small,
Now she knows the rise and fall.
Trifle not with her domain,
Natasha rules, through sun and rain.
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Now a puppy bounds right by her side,
Gunther, big and full of pride.
Rottweiler pup with dreams so wide,
Chasing shadows, chasing the sky.
“Slow down, dreamer,” Natasha purrs,
With calm eyes and gentle words.
“The world bites hard when you run too fast,
Watch and wait—the moment will last.”
Let the foolish rush and race ahead,
Strength is quiet, not loud instead.
Choose your time, stay cool and true,
That’s the way wise ones make it through.
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In the shadows hides a mouse, Napoleon by name,
Sneaky plans and tiny tricks to spoil Natasha’s game.
He whispers in the corners, plots with crumbs and bits of string,
But she just watches quietly, lets the little fool do his thing.
She’s not scared of whispers or the schemes beneath the floor,
A wise cat’s seen it all before—and still she wants some more.
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Oh Natasha, Siamese so fine,
Grace and comfort in every line.
From kitten days to queenly rest,
She gathers wisdom, she knows best.
Gunther bounds and Napoleon schemes,
But she stays calm in all her dreams.
Don’t test her quiet, gentle way—
Natasha rules the sunny day.
High above the busy street,
In her condo, life is sweet.