Cat 3 (Dr. Seuss)

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In a house on a hill so tall, Lived a cat with an infamous fall. Cat 3, they called it, a storm to abate, Hurricane-force winds that shook the state. It came in the night, with a furious roar, The trees creaked and groaned, and the windows did more. They rattled and shook, like a thousand drums in the air, As Cat 3 made its presence known, without a single care. The cat, oh so brave, with eyes bright as gold, Watched the storm rage on, never growing old. It sat tight and still, through wind and rain's wild sway, As Cat 3 howled and whined, in a most unpleasant way. But when morning broke, and the sun shone bright, The cat stood up straight, with a grin so tight. For it knew that Cat 3 had passed on by, Leaving behind calm, and a peaceful sigh.