Love Me, Feed Me
Feed me, Love Me
My life’s in constant turmoil,
Everything tastes like fish.
Friskies, Tender Vittles and Purina
It all goes in my dish.
All I want is to be pet,
And to play with a mouse or two.
I wait for you to come back home,
What else is there to do?
But I am a patient little kitty,
Just look into my big bright eyes.
My love I’ll freely give to you,
Life’s perfect, golden prize.
Copyright © Terri Armstrong | Year Posted 2011
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