Finicky
I went to the grocer
To buy her some food
But she turned her nose up
Seems nothing looked good
I went to the butcher
To buy her some steak
But she insisted
‘Twas all beyond fake
I drove through the drive-through
To get her a bite
The fries were too greasy
And didn’t taste right
So I took her home
At a loss, in defeat
Found her at the litter box
Eating cat treats
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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