30 September 2012
What's wrong with you? I'm trying to nap! I don't even know why you came. You do that again, I'm going to snap. I've had it with your kind of game.
No tug of war. No racing to fetch. Nothing that makes any sense. Just stalking after My tail to catch, And climbing up over the fence.
I'll tell you right now, If I had my way, You'd be treated just like an infection. The lady and I, We know how to play, We know how to follow direction.
You're lucky they like you, I'll never know why, But I smell the food that you get. You better learn to let sleeping dogs lie, Because you're the replaceable pet.
Damn Cat • Opuss № I