Caturday Poetry: Kitty Napping

The human laid out his clothes
Here I go napping, napping
To distract him from leaving

I have claimed him as my own
I did not give permission
So, I sit kneading, purring

He pulled the clothes from under me
Why, I cry, I have no redemption
He can’t leave without petting, petting

Is the food dish filled to the brim?
I don’t have enough water
So, I sit here starving, dying

As my human leaves
His punishment will be cruel
He’ll have to clean my droppings

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.