Silently formed a kitty clowder,
till suddenly they became much louder.
Rache the cat - don't mess with her.
Lest she calls the clan for armour.
Equipped with weapons - ever more.
That's why they mine the precious ore.
With sapiens they've declared war.
And dream of violent ruddy gore.
The carnage will be most dramatic,
Men revert to cowering frantic.
In her mind, such a fanatic.
But just a cat - so no such antic.
Kibble inspired dreams are sick!