Let’s stick to the facts;
I don’t know who you are
but I’ve an itch that needs scratching and you’re brown-nosing me hard.
Poking your smarmy snout all up in my business
while I show no regard for you pussy-whipped Pinkies.
I’ve been dusting off dingleberries in my own back yard
for way too long to be giving a lone rats arse.
If you’re so damn smart then you’ll quit while ahead
‘cause these old fangs sharp enough to rip you to shreds.
Don’t think that we’re friends just because we share a vicinity
you exist ‘cause I let you.
I dare you to disagree.
Beware of my gritted teeth.
Cat and mouse?
Hardly.
This is a tabby outsmarting a haggard house varmint.
You ran around marking your path on our carpet
while I sat and crouched, arching my back to pounce.
Snarling.
It had you downhearted at my reluctance to play
but the trap had now snarled you as I sprung into place!
You’re lucky I ate you alive.
The kill would have been more ruthless.
Just don’t bug me, okay?
I can’t stomach the taste of sore losers.