There is a fiend in my home named Nico di Angelo
He is a rather bipolar mackerel tabby cat
In the mornings when I awake he calls for my love
(I don’t know what to do with him)
I wish that he could understand
That I am very busy.
And yet when he is busy
That devilish Nico
Still does not understand
That he himself as my beloved cat
My world does not revolve around him
Why must he doubt my love?
I know somewhere inside he feels the emotion called love
Even as I grow even more busy
Somewhere deep inside him
My annoyingly loveable Nico
My treasured cat
He understands.
And due to the fact I believe he understands
The slave I am to love
For the wicked cat
The thoughts I had buzzing
About my adorable Nico
Have stopped as I stare down at him.
And as I stare down at him,
I suddenly understand
Why my Nico
The one everyone knows I love
He doesn’t care about me being busy
For he knows he isn’t just a cat.
He is The Cat
The one who rules this home; him
The one who is never busy
The one who no matter what never understands
He doesn’t care about love
All he cares about is he himself, Nico di Angelo.
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