Sending letters with meows and hisses
Are not so feline and we do no do kisses
I might spray a sign to show that I was there
It also proves my possession and for that I care
My territory has boundaries, all marked with my sign
Just to warn the other cats, that it is mine all mine
Now and again I scratch a sign and might even make a lick
And sometimes leave a message, in a feline hieroglyphic
We do not write any letters, we do not bother to read
I stare at the feline and then we fight to succeed
I can also apply telepathy to a cat quite far away
That would be a pen pal, who does not need to stay
Yes we felines are not social, we avoid contact where we can
But lead a happy life, we have our feline plan
Tabby, you are so wise beyond your years truly a treasure to your human. 😺
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Yeti know, but I feel that she does not appreciate my talents
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I think she does Tabby, she’s agreed to be your slave so she knows how special you are. 😉
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I read feline letters every day
On fences here and bushes there
I never know quite what they say
“This is my bush”
“No it is mine”
It’s way too much for the canine mind.
Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog
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Of course it’s ours
We stake our claims
We spray it fine
With all our names
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