I wrote this in trochaic trimeter. 3 is a special number here. Can you hear the cat's footsteps?
He climbed the high top heights
It was his royal rights
Instinct, no inner fights
He landed without heed
His alignment was creed
Measured with lightning speed
He slept under a rut
Protruding a fat gut
Too lazy now to hunt
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