Hungry.

She stretches and pads over,
Tail waving in the air,
Rendering owner speechless,
With her bright-eyed feline stare.

Those green eyes hold expectancy,
Her sleek fur writhes with grace,
She inches more towards you,
Pushing your hand to her face.

Dainty little footsteps,
Uncanny poise and walk,
She sits herself quite primly,
And then begins to talk:

'Meow meow meooooow',
Translates as 'get me food',
And then another yowl,
She's just not in the mood.

She hasn't had her meal yet,
Not since yesterday,
This cat will do most ANYTHING,
Just to get her way.