My cat has been here 7 years. She’s fixed and quite the lady.
My daughter brought home half grown kits; they’ve had some pretty babies.
We’ve kept a few that grew on us, but have to get their rabies.
There’s no more room, the place is full. My cat is going crazy.
The first cat thinks the second cats are terrible and lazy.
She doesn’t think that other cats should be allowed the spacee.
My cat dislikes to share her place, and doesn’t share her people.
She growls at them and hisses too, for them she has no scruples.
I try to hug her tight to me, but she scratches, and she pulls;
she eyes the others with distrust, and hides beneath the table.
I miss my cat; her soft meow, her silent, rumbling purr
was often felt to me a solace, to stroke her soft black fur.
Sometimes she will call to me, and arch her back for petting,
but then she spies the other ones, and leaves the room complaining.
She doesn’t feel her place is right, while others are in waiting.
And so she misses out on love; because she’s busy glaring.
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