Tight Rations

The Cat sat glumly on the mat Eyeballing his dinner dish It was high time someone filled it To the brim with his favourite fish Things had been a bit slack Lately his meals had been late Treats were hidden from him No titbits were left on a plate It was time his owners stepped up The situation was becoming alarming If he kept on going like this He was in mortal danger of starving That bloody vet rang last week He overheard words including 'fat' That sounded highly suspicious No good could come of that So here he was on tight rations It just wasn't good enough It was time to teach them a lesson It was time to cut up rough He planned it meticulously His revenge was oh-so-sweet He waited until they weren't looking And threw up on the new lounge suite