i like to kill mice,
i like to pretend kill my toy mice.
i like to tear things apart.
i like to tear cardboard apart mostly.
i like to shred it in the night,
and leave the debri scattered about the rugs.
i like to wake up very early in the morning.
i like to meow until my breakfast is served,
eat precisely half of the bowl,
then meow until i am pet.
i like to scratch my scratch post.
i like to jump onto the bed and walk across your chest,
put my face against your face,
and meow until i am pet.
i like to poop after my breakfast.
i like to cover it up and then rub my paws on the bathroom walls.
i like coffee bags.
i like laying on them,
digging my nails into them,
and using them to claw my way around the bottom of the living room table.
i like balls.
aluminum foil balls,
rubber band balls.
i like anything that rolls.
i like strings.
i like strings tied to feathers,
strings that hang from the bed sheets and the blinds.
i like computer cables,
and anything that moves back and forth when i swat it with my paws.
i like naps.
i like my spot on top of the sofa,
and my grey knit blanket.
i like to lay here, unmoved,
to fall in and out of sleep.
i like to fall in and out of sleep.