Good morning. This is my domain
Where my mistress lives and where kitty reigns.
Here is the kitchen; it's where I dine.
I prefer to eat at 5:30, but she's never on time.
I eat on the counter way up there;
Eat it all myself -- who me -- share?
Here in the living room there's a box she calls "T.V.";
To me, it's just a box that was put there for me.
Upon it, I look thru the wall -- she named it "the window" -
And I stare at the tree hoping to catch a sparrow.
This is my mistress' room. See the comforter -
That belongs to me - I stole it from her.
Everything here, all that you see,
In some way or form, belongs to me.
There's a dog who lives here; he's always so ruff.
Occasionally, we play, but he always steals my stuff.
He's really OK - maybe even a friend.
Actually...we're kinda close -- almost like kin.
Well, I have to go. My mistress is here -
I heard the car door loud and clear.
She was away at work earning some money
To pamper me with and put food in my tummy.
Written By: Robyn L. Stacey
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