My Little Guy, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I know you knead me
But why so early?
It is 4:45 a.m.
Why do you always wake me?

I can handle the hording
On the couch
Of the bed
The way you spread out

So much so
I am cornered
Like a sardine in a can
Just because you can

I give you your space
Yet you still insist
After tons of rest
I must relent

To your kneading
And your pleading
“Feed me, feed me”
I know you knead me

The roosters aren’t crowing
The birds aren’t chirping
The stock market bell
Has yet to open ringing

Yet you still insist
You lovable pest
Of waking me up
No matter what

Do me one favor
You cute fur ball
My best friend feline
Never stop at all

I know
What you say
In the early hours
Before daybreak

It’s not just
That you want to eat
I really understand
That you knead me

I know you love
The way I laugh
When you insist
On waking me up

You sniff my ears
You paw my head
When that doesn’t work
You move to my stomach

Maybe your stomach
Is grumbling
I still know what
You are really doing

You enjoy
Like I do
Needing companionship
True and true.
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No typo or misspelling here. My cat, my best friend pet ever, unfortunately passed away earlier this year. But every morning to wake me up, long before the sun rose, would jump on my side, on the couch or in bed, and walk up my side and knead my head and dig into my ear with his nose. It was always my favorite part of the day. I miss him so much. His name was Sarah.