Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
Your "cat carrier." I call
These my "blades of death."
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.