Because I’m only human, it’s sometimes hard to be
the wise, all-knowing creature that my cat expects of me.

And so I pray for special help, to somehow understand
the subtle implications of each proud meowed command.

Oh, let me not forget that chairs were put on earth to shred
and what I like to call a lap is actually a bed.

I know it’s really lots to ask but please, oh please, take pity
and though I’m only human, make me worthy of my kitty!

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