The following is a translation from our cat’s yowls.

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My owners won’t feed me enough of my food.

All of their stares seem hostile and rude.

They prod me and kick me and step on my tail,

And the little food I get is stale.

I know that they’ve heard me I’ve meowed pretty loud,

And so many temptations are just not allowed. 

They don’t pay attention; they don’t even care.

The times when I get petted are rare.

The last time they petted me I can’t remember;

The last time I had meat was last September.

The dog is a problem that troubles me most.

They feed her leftover chicken and roast,

And when she is done slopping her meal

She will eat mine, as if it has appeal.

Her slobber I can’t clean it’s all over me.

She rubs me the wrong way, literally. 

I am perfect, I just need respect!

I’m clean and soft and sit quite erect

No one gives attention, I deserve more!

The tiger can pounce and the lion can roar,

But nothing will happen; it’s all still the same.

No one will even utter my name!

The cushion is scratchy, the concrete’s too hard.

All I do is wait in the yard.

My list of laments could stretch and extend,

But for one simple reason it just has to end:

I like to be truthful, the rest was a lie.

This is the end — Goodbye.