Tight Rations
The Cat sat glumly on the mat
Eyeballing his dinner dish
It was high time someone filled it
To the brim with his favourite fish
Things had been a bit slack
Lately his meals had been late
Treats were hidden from him
No titbits were left on a plate
It was time his owners stepped up
The situation was becoming alarming
If he kept on going like this
He was in mortal danger of starving
That bloody vet rang last week
He overheard words including 'fat'
That sounded highly suspicious
No good could come of that
So here he was on tight rations
It just wasn't good enough
It was time to teach them a lesson
It was time to cut up rough
He planned it meticulously
His revenge was oh-so-sweet
He waited until they weren't looking
And threw up on the new lounge suite
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