soft blankets on the bed
is where he lays his head
cooked chicken is the meal
his desire he does not conceal
luscious warm milk is oh so fine
it is the only way she will dine
the glittering diamond collar is fake
her owner, little money she makes
they own everything, the entire home
contentment in the air, no need to roam
purring felines, royalty is a purpose
this cat lady, in their service
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Author Notes
This poem describes how my cats live. One cats sleeps on the bed all the time, usually on the pillows. One of my female cats loves milk but it has to be warm.
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