You whimpered
and you whined
Begging for my food
I took one out of the milky bowl
offering it to you
“You won’t like it.” I reported.
But you persisted.
You sniffed.
Sniffed
Sniffed
defiantly turning your head.
“Don’t let me forget this on the couch.
It will get ground into a mushy mess.”
You glared at me blankly
turning your head
leaving this soggy little oaty-o for me.
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