on a cool hassock, far away from barking dogs
and prowling cats.
I sleep and sleep...
until...
The growls of my stomach
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remind me of my afternoon snack.
Slowly I move, stretching my furry frame,
enjoying the essence of my being.
I saunter into the kitchen and
check out my bowl only to find it...
EMPTY!!!
below the highest kitchen cupboard
where the "Whiskas" is kept.
With one gallant leap I could
spring on high, slap open the cupboard door and
knock down the box!
But then...I hear the sound of human feet.
The back door opens and a smiling Face
speaks my name.
"Meow, I answer "patiently",
standing beside my bowl.
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