/// Renoir’s Femme au Chat sits there, befuddled,
for, at first, her cat liked being cuddled.
Then purrs ceased. In a flash
fangs and razor claws slash.
On the floor, the girl’s blood slowly puddled.
/// Renoir’s Femme au Chat sits there, befuddled,
for, at first, her cat liked being cuddled.
Then purrs ceased. In a flash
fangs and razor claws slash.
On the floor, the girl’s blood slowly puddled.