The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star;
service, none.
My brain: walnut sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have this backwards.
This pillow's taken.
I need a new toy.
Tail of black dog keeps good time.
Pounce! good dog! good dog!
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Your mouth is moving,
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier." I call
These my "blades of death."
We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you
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You
never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.
You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.
The rule for today:
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.
In deep sleep hear sound
cat vomit hairball somewhere
will find in morning.
Grace personified.
I leap into the window.
I meant to do that.
Blur of motion, then --
silence, me, a paper bag.
What is so funny?
The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds --
your foot just squashed one.
You're
always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.
My small cardboard box.
You cannot see me if I
can just hide my head.
Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What's a 'term paper?'
Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes,
Fear vacuum cleaner
I want to be close
to you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?
Wanna go outside.
Oh, poop! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!
Oh no!
Big One
has been trapped by newspaper!
Cat to the rescue!
Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams;
My claws are not that sharp.
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