My stomach grumbles My mouth demands sustenance.
I 'm HUNGRY! It's dinner time!
I saunter over to my green skinned master And paw at his feet.
He doesn't respond As per usual.
Can he not see?
I'm HUGRY!
I bite at his ankle And scratch his leg.
GRRRRR!
Can he not see?
I'm HUNGRY!
WHERE'S DINNER?
I am tempted to tear up that pristine uniform.
But I would be put in my crate like a bad cat.
Oh well.
Time for drastic measures.
I jump up on his computer console.
He is watching the screen as information whizzes by.
Ignoring me.
Can he not see?
I'm HUNGRY!
I get dizzy just watching him.
Soon he looks up.
"Spot, you know you that you should not be on here."
GRRR! He has the nerve to lift a cat down!
Can he not see?
I'm HUNGRY!
I again attempt to get his attention.
I jump on his lap.
"No Spot," he insists.
He should know not to refuse a cat.
The nerve of some androids!
Can he not see?
I'm HUNGRY!
But I dig my claws Into his polymer skin.
He won't lift THIS cat down!
"What is it you want, kitty-kitty?
Are you hungry?"
What a stupid question!
Can he not see?
I'M HUNGRY!
WHERE'S DINNER!
I saunter over to the replicator And shout my loudest meow.
I think at him in a mental shriek.
I'M HUNGRY!
WHERE'S DINNER?
"Very well, Spot. But you are early."
Yeah right.
His chronometer has got to be off!
Mine sure isn't!
It's always right!
I'm a female cat!
What did you expect?
AHHH!
At last!
FOOD!
AND MY FAVORITE, TOO!
YIPPEEE!
oops.
That is sooo un-catlike.
I dig straight into the luscious paste-yness of my banquet And am soon finished.
My stomach burbles in approval.
I smile as best a cat can do.
But that was just a snack.
I'M STILL HUNGRY!
WHERE'S DINNER?