I was sleeping,
On a pillow, in a sunny window,
On the second floor of the house.
I wasn't hungry,
Since my family gives me plenty of food,
And I didn't even finish my breakfast.
I heard a noise,
Which was the humans moving food bowls,
To prepare my dinner.
Now I am standing,
At the gate at the top of the stairs,
Yelling as if my life depended on it.
---- Cat, 2025