Eventually she’ll concede defeat.
Capitulating under my furry feet (just go with it, you know I don’t have thumbs).
Looking into my sparkling eyes,
impossible to resist my smile (yes, I know cats can’t really smile. Shut up).
Pretending she gave me a breakfast to eat (liar),
stupid human with brains of mincemeat (oops, sorry not sorry).
Eventually, I will get my treat (or she’ll get a five-claw sandwich).
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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