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A Sphinx with skin so bare and sleek,
No fur to hide, no whiskers to speak.
Inked lines and patterns, a rebel's art,
Mark the canvas of this feline heart.
"Bad Kitty" scrawled around his neck,
A warning, a dare, a bold, sharp check.
His eyes are fierce, a daring gleam,
A creature of nightmares, or so it might seem.
Yet beneath the ink, beneath the skin,
Lies a soul where warmth begins.
A purr that rumbles, soft and deep,
In shadows where secrets softly creep.
This tattooed king, this fearless knight,
Roams the night with silent might.
But hold him close, and you'll soon see,
Even the baddest kitty craves company.