Yummy Place, Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I’ve accepted it’s not my place
I try to tell you, I can’t feed your face
Whenever you want, at your pace
But you are persistent, insistent
Staring at me, at the island, “feed me, feed me”
I walk away back to my bed
I lay down, you’re disappointed instead
“We saw you, you went to the fridge
Why didn’t you put something in our dish?”
It is cute I have to admit, at some point
I will submit. But sometimes, I can’t resist
“Meow, meow, fill our dish”
How many times do I have to say no
“Meow, meow”, you won’t let it go
You own my chairs, you own my bed
You won’t let me sleep in, I’ll soon be dead
OK OK, THERE, HERE, YOU’VE JUST BEEN FED.
(end)

My cats always follow me to the kitchen even when it is not time for feeding them. They give me a disappointed look when I walk away from the kitchen.
They think everything is theirs and I am here to serve them. And they are not wrong.