Humans Say the Darndest Things

My people seem to think that I love being sung to. They have a song for this and a song for that and speak to me as if I am a child. Well I have news for them, I am a dignified, 5-year-old woman. So when they sing to me those little rhymes, this is what I am really thinking.

I don’t want to be a baby cat,

I don’t like to be a baby cat,

I am surely not your baby cat,

but I can be a killer cat.

meow, meow, meow

meow, meow, mao.

Licky, licky, sticky, sticky, picky, picky…

just put my damn food down so I can eat it.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….oh, you said something?

You want to go for a walk?

Go outside and see the birds?

Tend to the gardens?

No, I just want a fish.

Humans Say the Darndest Things

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