I’ve three fat cats
Used to be four
The skinny one passed
I have turned them into kitty crackheads
(Too liberal with the treats)
Now I see the error of my ways
How they manipulate me!
Especially the the fattest one
Cunningly, I think “we’ll skip a night for the kibbles”
I go to bed, close the door, soon drop off to sleep
There’s a knock
Wearily, I uncover, open the door
To darkness, no one there
I mutter “you miserable little bastard thing”
Back to bed, turn off light..
Another knock, more forceful.
Up I jump, in a tither
This time, glowing eyes light the hallway
Annoying meows beckon towards the kitchen
I resignedly follow.
Fluffy tails circle my feet
Looking like periscopes
Or shark fins closing in on their quarry.
I dole out three piles.
The ringleader refuses to eat
Until I add a few more.
I now have to get a second job
To support their habit.
Giggle … adorable tail! : )
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Terrible monkey on your back… It’s a slippery slope to addiction… 🙂
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Hah!
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Love this! My roommate has a cat that is nickname “Pouchy” because her stomach hits the ground. Her tone changes when she is demanding food. Thak God, she doesn’t wake us up in the middle of the night though. 🙂
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Honest to God, this ain’t no lie.
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Oh, I don’t doubt it for one moment. LOL!!!
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