My Cat
Once again I realize,
I can see it in his eyes,
It is plain to see,
My cat really hates me.
He acts like he doesn’t care,
Whether or not I pet his hair,
If I try to stroke his tail,
He’ll let out a mournful wail.
Cat is always in a mood,
Unless it’s time for his food,
Then he acts so remorseful,
Until his belly is full.
I would never cause him any harm,
Then why are his claws always in my arm,
And he brings gross things to my bed,
God know how long it’s been dead.
He always glares at me with an evil plan,
About the easiest way to kill a man,
I don’t know why I keep him around,
But is seems I have found,
Once in a while he’ll softly purr,
When he lets me stroke his fur.
And even though he hates to show it,
He really likes me, I know it.
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