A Contract Between Master and Servant

The cat chooses the human.

My job is to not like you.

growl, scratch, bite

as if I severely hate you. 

Your job is to love me.

Unconditionally. 

Feed, brush, pamper me. 

I’m willing to reward you:

Birds still squawking

bunnies barely breathing.

Should that suffice? 

This also develops kinship.

You threw away the gift?

Also, I may nibble your 

bulbous nose even yowl: 

Wake uuuup. 

Another job you have is  

answering my every whim

and call me: Good kitty. 

I need luxury fatty tuna, 

freshly cut. Some thick, 

heavy cream to wash it down.

If I am denied I am

under obligation to urinate

on everything you own. 

My claws will destroy

everything you hold dear

even your girlfriend. 

I know you can’t deal

with the pungent stench,

and puffy couch clouds

you’ll fold, eventually. 

I want to sit in your lap-

HISS!

Don’t touch my belly. 

Reviews

[Chris]

Do they leap into your arms too when you walk down the street? Follow you home?

Chuckling here...

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Yes... I seem to have an affinity for felines.

[Chris]

We can share "stories" then... they DO have this way of ...owning... their human.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Yes definitely. I like with 6 cats. My aunts cats. 3 of them own me. One stalks me though the house the other sleeps with me and the last watches over me from afar. Occasionally demanding pets

[Chris]

puuurrrrfffeeeccct!