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It rained cats and dogs.
The dogs died, could not survive the drop
From such a great height.
The cats lived.  
They do have Nine Lives.
It is at its fifth one
That Malcolm started to get worried
Because it hurt falling on the grass
Falling on its paws even from the first floor balcony,
No longer having the flexibility of youth.
So he was careful
But the scent from the trashcan across the street
Was toooooo much.
Hit by a car, yet he survived
A few bruises, nothing more
Which left him with number seven
Not too many more in the bank
But how was he to know the outcome
Of what was in store
As he lay quietly in his favorite and smashed up  cardboard box
Not caring a bit about the very expensive cat tree next to it
Indeed having not a care in the world.