The hoomans they have trapped me

In a cramped cage I have gone

This poem may be my elegy

For I fear I may be done

They bring me to the scary place

Where they stick prods up my bum

They prick me with sharp ends

And of me they do make fun!

They weigh me on a scale

Scold me for my rotunds

It’s lean cat-meat that is desired

For their feasts… yet I am shunned!

So alas, my life is saved!

Too fat they have me deigned

Back with my hoomans I return

To be primed once again