My grandmother's cat eats eggs at the kitchen table.
He prefers them sunny-side up,
And on a plate of equal size to the rest of the plates at the table.
This is the same cat that will only drink distilled water out of a martini glass.
Grandma says he can tell the difference.
I say that sometimes I wish I was a cat.
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