The Sacred Meow Society
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My cat belongs to the Sacred Cat Society
and that makes her very special in her mind
she walks around like a princess
and acts like a princess
but, I let her 'cause I love her to pieces
she has no job or duty
and spends her day in her plush bed
with hours spent washing her face
and each toe of her feet
she hates when her fluffy fur is in a mess
and comes to me with a big meow
to give her a brushing and I do, of course
and my payment are purrs galore
she demands her rather expensive food
served on time, or Her Majesty complains
with a loud disgusted MEOW
her water bowl must contain only cool fresh water
and if it is not I will get the look
she allows me to pet her when she is in the mood
otherwise, I can just get lost
she has become very particular about her toys
ignoring her balls and play mouse that she used to love
demanding I pick up that dangling thing at inconvenient times
and flutter it for her to jump and leap
whatever happened to the joyful kitty that licked my cheek
who is this uppity spoiled cat of mine
this diva that must have her way
is this what they teach our cats
at the Sacred Cat Society
well, no matter, I love my cat just the same
and she can be my little princess
forever
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February 19, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/The Sacred Meow Society
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1526-539-19
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, The Sacred Cat Society
sponsor, Mystic Rose, Rose, Judged 03/14/2023
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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