Today's OneWord: Sill

Whose cat was perched on my windowsill? I tried to shoo it off, but it just sat still. I got a broom and shook it, but it didn't bat an eye. It just stood on the sill with its head to the sky. I tried to bribe with a meal, but it wouldn't budge. I couldn't reach the sill to push it, not even a nudge. Despite my calls and clamoring, the cat just wouldn't go. I guess I'll have to learn to love it, 'til it jumps below.

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