Miow...

I have urgent need to be someone's pet      
to become center to a cat-lover's world,    
to preen and purr under slow strokes, not fret      
that my maker made me a mousey girl.      
      
With chocolates found in my own fishy dish,      
to have my cares groomed away just like fleas,      
to never again be adult, nor miss      
cares, when I'm all pussy purring cat me.      
    
But, I'd surely withhold my affections      
if my carer spurns my furred pussy life,      
and doubtless I'd stray to some other one      
after I've hissed spit and clawed his damn eyes!      
    
Though, if I'm put out at night, on the streets,      
I might be made some old Tom's, yowling treat?