Cat's Perspective
My bowl isn't full! I meow with a shout
My owner jumps to her feet and starts running about
Crash knife, crash pan,
Even a soup can,
As she pushes her way to the kitchen.
I delight in the scene when
She opens the bottle, But then!
The bottle is full, of spoiled old milk,
And the maiden slips on a carpet of silk,
And gets a lovely dousing.
After the fuss,
Me, the poor puss,
Still had nothing to drink.
So, she says 'I will go to the milkmaid for the cat',
I wonder to myself, is she too fat?
Several hours later, she stumbles in
Her bucket making quite a din,
Until I saw she had milk in her jaw.
The great guzzling beast, she drank the whole thing!
The bell on my tail made an annoyed ring.
The savage beast wiped her hand on her dress,
Slopping over a white liquid mess,
And I stalk off, my tail held up,
A lofty demeanor, until I meet her new pup.