Meeoowww...
I'm lazy, what did you expect.
I'm a cat, even eats insects.
Scratch and lick, roll and sleep.
What can I really do with my time?
They lock the doors, I'm trapped without wine.
Eat and drink, stretch and sleep.
How many hairballs can I create?
I've got no job, no school, can't even masturbate.
Hiding under the couch, yawning and sleeping..
Why is that they wont let me go outside?
I'm such a great hunter of mice and squirrels..
Playing with my yarn balls, waiting and sleeping..
Why is it that the life of a cat is boring when left alone?
I can be your a good friend, playpal, even a servant?
All I do is eat , poop, and sleep.
I love the cat she looks like she wrote that poem the way her eyes are and that look I love it! Great poem
Beautiful poem! It's unfortunate it's only gotten a few votes. I wish my upvote was worth more. Regardless, I gave you another in hoped that this posts receives the recognition it deserves! :)
Thanks you for your comment and support!
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Cool text :) I like it :)
I liked it! Keep on writing :)
hahaha this poem is awesome! I always wondered what it would be like if i was a cat. This poem describes it perfectly :D