You’re a rat.
You’re a rat with a contagious disease.
I am the one that plays with you.
I try to be a gentle cat.
I always blame your fleas.
I feel like I’ve been lied to.
You got me sick.
You bit me.
I’m starting to not like you.
Today you played a nasty trick.
I can’t just let you be.
You choose to do what you do.
We can blame those who trick and deceive.
Eventually, we must take responsibility.
I really ought to stop hanging around you.
Regardless of what I say, will you believe me?
I think you lack the ability.
I know they hurt you, but you hurt me too.
I would never do what you did.
You don’t care about me, you just want to eat.
You know I protect you.
You make me feel like a stupid kid.
But I fall in love every time we meet.
And I always want us to pull through.
I’m the silly cat that wants to play with their food.
You’ve never looked particularly tasty.
Why would I eat a friend when I have kibble to attend to?
What you’ve done is just plain rude.
I should leave and be hasty.
Why do I still want to be around you?
If I can’t eat you, maybe I should leave.
I feel stuck beside you.
I’m not equipped to be a cat.
It’s the friendship that I grieve.
What shall become of us, I have no clue.
You’re a rat.