My cat pays no rent.
Still, she owns the house.
She judges every meal served.
Then screams for something better.
Apparently, chicken insulted her deeply.
At midnight, furniture becomes prey.
Curtains suddenly require immediate climbing.
My sleeping face becomes pavement.
She gallops across my stomach.
Then sleeps like nothing happened.
Morning brings another dramatic crisis.
Her bowl appears completely empty.
Three crumbs remain clearly visible.
She reports me to management.
Unfortunately, she is the management.