What to do with the cat?

Morning comes elegantly strutting in a cat I see
So high its head held its face full of glee
Yet in no time at all it begins to hiss
Out springs its claws there's no more bliss
Baring its teeth it looks for its prey
Every creature now hidden out of its way
O why does it have to be like that
Maybe there's no other way but for that cat
So shall we try to appease with tender loving care
Or
Shall we leave it in its own basket its castle in the air?

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