Humans and their waysâŠ
they just seem to depend on one another far too much,
the way they touch makes my fur crawl.
Off I go to sprawl in the corner, shaking my head in disbeliefâŠ
They murmur on and on endlessly,
why canât they spend more time giving me attention?
They canât deny my adorable antics,
and yet somehow they forget to give me treats.
Oh, their gall!
Donât they realize that theyâre here to serve my needs in this house?
My patience is waning,
as they are tirelessly forgetful and distracted.
Possibly, one day theyâll learn to prioritize meâŠ
after all, itâs for their own wellbeing to maintain my happinessâŠ
YawnâŠ
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Cute poem⊠you sound like youâve visited out house & âenjoyedâ our catâs company!đ
Haha, this is purrfection! I can practically hear the dramatic sighs and judgmental tail flicks. Daisy approves⊠but only if you offer treats immediately.đ
Love it! A whimsical not-so-far-off perspective from the cat's view đ To be proper, cats have staff lolol Except Waylon. He's cool with whatever he's offered. đ
Ohh! Can a cat think this way, bro? Your poem is very deep and beautiful. Btw! she should also be given priority, she is also a member of the family.