Jonsnow
His Highness met me at the door.
There was food in his bowl but he wanted more.
He could see the paw print picture below
so I was obviously trying to kill him, you know.
He owns the house, just so you're aware ,
and nothing's off limits, no couch or chair.
He's still a kitten, not full grown yet.
But he's sure the bossiest thing I've met.
When I sit down he snuggles like a bug
and I am , of course, his favourite rug.
This master/slave relationship that we've got
works for us because I love him a lot.
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