the complaining cat at early six,
hops on the bed, makes sounds,
milkily trampling the humans bowels,
enticing away from the view of the Styx,
needs attention, wants feeding, ¡now!
in the kitchen the tin is emptied,
the cats temper is unsatisfied,
feline contumely ends in a human bow
The cat at eight
is unwell
and vomits
end of what might have been a great start to the day
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