The Interesting Perspective
of the Cat
There I was, walking on the cold floor of my jail,
Trapped as I was, I couldn’t eat the things I wanted
Or even sleep on the couch or bed.
My bed was a super uncomfortable blanket in a cage,
Pain is what I live
When I see humans and sometimes my own kind outside and
having fun,
I get to stay inside and cry because I’ll never be free.
If somebody could save me it would make all of my years’
fun,
I just want that one hero,
To come and break the bars,
Of this cold, dark, and horrible place,
So please save me otherwise I’ll never experience happiness.
The Perspective of a
Lonely Cat
I’m trapped in the woods, with nowhere to call home,
I have to catch my own dinner and normally if I’m lucky it’s
a rat,
I have to run away from all evil and distress.
What really angers me is those house cats,
They act like their life is horrible when they get housed
and feed,
They’ll whine if they can’t go outside,
If I was a house cat I wouldn’t care if I could go outside.
If I was housed and feed I would praise my owner
I wouldn’t be sad and depressed I would be the exact
opposite,
If I got one chance to get to be housed I would take it,
Please save me if anyone is out there.