evil humans, what have you done to my pride
i'd rather range, dog fight,
chase mice with all my might
live life wandering outside
now i am bound to do my duty in a box
filled with fake gravely rocks
i get scolded for jumping on the table
by you who thinks puss and boots is but a fable
a dried up can of blah to eat
even a skinny field mouse is made of meat
not being able to run and hunt is alot to bear
you shoo and yell when i claw your reading chair
why do i yowl around the door
i must do something; bored to the core
i am not just some bad boy kitty
let me run before i drown in self-pitty
Livewire Lou coming to you from the corner of the map; here there be dragon's too...
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