In the Cat's Eyes

Our master’s the best, We usually don’t let her rest.

When we’re hungry we cry, She jumps up with a sigh.

There’s food in our dishes, But it’s not to our wishes.

We like gravy and meat, And we know how to spell “treat”

After we get all we desire We watch master (with coffee) retire.

We’ll nap for six hours, But we’re always awake,

Just try to sneak out, and a commotion we'll make.

--Beverlee Hilton

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