my cat knows time better than
i could ever hope to understand.
his internal clock never fails him,
whiskers twitching at five o'clock sharp.
he appears like clockwork each evening,
materializing from shadows with purpose.
his emerald eyes bore into mine,
demanding what is rightfully his.
this small beast with velvet paws
rules our home with silent precision.
i am merely the designated servant,
waiting for his punctual arrival.
kings and queens would envy him,
his confidence in what he deserves.
he measures worth in food offerings,
and i meet his expectations daily.
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Comments2
Have had several through the years and each just as demanding as the last. Independent too. A fun and nostalgic read for me.
Nothing beats the feline! 🙏🏻🕊
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