I drool in your eyeballs
To make you awake
Feed me hooman, FEED
(Why do you forsake?)
I knead on your organs
They are soft and so squish
I claw at your scalp
YOU MUST FULFILL MY FEED WISH!
I paw at your face
In hopes of making you care
Your poor cat is withering
In starving despair!
Alas! she has stirred
From slumber she woke
Now she must feed her poor kitty
Or I fear I might croak!
She plucks out my claws
One by one from her hair
And wipes the drool tears
From her face with great flair
But oh nos, what is this?
She has laid back in the bed!
Get up silly hooman,
This is no way to get fed!
For now she has trapped me,
Pinned under her arms,
Like plush toy I am squish
And yet safe from all harm
I guess feeds can wait
Cuz it’s quite cozy in here
All warm in the bed
With the hooman,
I share
