A Poem Written By My Cat

Uh...are you talking to me? Can't you see I'm busy licking myself I hope you're calling cause dinner is waiting You know I can't be bothered for anything else What's the broken glass all over the kitchen? It was that dog of yours in the middle of night I told you he'd be nothing but trouble No one ever listens to me though I'm always right Yawn...is that toy supposed to entice me? Hey stupid your only entertaining yourself I'm now ripping through the yellow pages The voice you use when you talk to me, I'm concerned for your mental health The funky smell that's coming from out of your bedroom? That's a special surprise from me I left under your covers while you were working On which tonight you can warm your feet Taking the day off from writing and unwittingly left this site up with my cat in the room...