When my cat swears that he is out of food,
I do believe him, though I know he lies.
He's a convincing little dude,
And sounds so sure that he nearly dies
Of hunger, though his bowl is halfway full.
And I, knowing full well it's crap,
Still act like I fell for his bull,
Give him a treat before his nap.
He's just so pleased when he gets fed,
His purring makes me feel less sad
About what needs doing before bed
And all the things that drive me mad.
So I meow at him and he meows at me
And both of us walk away happy.
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