A Few Catkus
A few catkus of my own for your perusal:
I like head skritches!
Skritch, skritch, skritch, skritch, skritch, skritch, skritch…
Okay, that’s too much.
Your fat, clumsy hands
Caress my head like a rock.
I am so nonplussed.
You get up to work
I want to help! Can I please?
Fine, don’t answer me.
This floor is so hard
And I am so much softer
But I’m still comfy.
This thing is a toy,
It is meant to be played with.
What, you disagree?
Stop picking your nose!
I swear, people are so gross.
Now I have to bathe.
Wha—?
I thought I heard…
Nope, back to bathing.
You are so loving,
And I trust in you so much,
Here is my rear end.
You can’t clip my nails
Stop! I have a condition!
Fine, but I get treats.
Your face lost my scent
I need to rub it in more
Oh, done sleeping now?