The cats in the back
won’t cut me slack
with their lazy playing all day.
Eyeing the butterflies
watching the blue jays fly
they don’t care what I say.
Unless I call, “Hungry?”
Or, “Want a treat?”
Or, call another cat’s name.
Then they come runnin’
and give me some lovin’
Until I feed them or go away.
Don’t you just hate that? lol
But, we are after all their humans, they are not our pets.
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Well said. We belong to them; they don’t belong to us.
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