Cats humor us because they know their ancestors ate ours.
The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at the dancing string?
Your ankle’s closer.
There’s no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don’t tell you where.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation:
One star; service: none.
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