Thighs…

I make a lovely cat bed,
My thighs are soft and pliant. 
Tortured by the shredding claw, 
Until they are compliant. 
And if they think of moving,
Or are at all defiant,
The sharp hooks of autocracy,
Shall render due chastisement.  

Ow. 

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