The notice on my cushion says “Do not disturb”
It is very serious and not a feline blurb
If I am sleeping then walk on your tip toes
Try not to breathe and do not blow your nose
I hate most others, even if they are cats
Hospitality is not my middle name, so do not give me pats
Just respect my status, or I will show you how
You must obey my feline law, hospitality does not exist in meow
We felines are independent, we have our very own wealth
Just obey and follow, it is only I, me and myself
Dear Tabby, If you came to visit me and my sister, Polar Bear Yeti T. Dog, you would be very welcome. We would be happy to leave you alone here. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog
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Of course we would have to make a contract, that I would be the chief and take over.
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No one would argue, Tabby.
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Tabby–somehow you turned these very strict (yet hospitable) rules into a lovely poem. I hope lovely exists in meow.
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Poetry is one of my natural talents an of course lovely exists in meow, I invented it.
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Ha! Silly me–I should have known you invented it. Pardon, Tabby.
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