A cat wandered into our yard:
Maybe it has another home; maybe it doesn't.
Maybe we'll feed it; maybe we won't.
Maybe it'll stay; maybe it won't.
Maybe we'll let it in; maybe we won't.
Maybe it's a girl; maybe it's a boy.
Maybe she's fat; maybe she's pregnant.
Maybe she'll have babies this week; maybe she'll have babies next month.
Maybe the next baby will be alive; maybe it won't.
Maybe we don't have babies; but we still have - Maybe.
(poem by Mom)
RIP Maybe babies. Maybe Mom won't get Maybe fixed?
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