Hark, the herald kitties sing
Food for us, it's time to bring
Fish on plates, and treats galore
That's good, human, give us more
Come on, human, time to rise
What's that mean, "quarter to five"?
With our tails erect we stop
in your path to speed you up
Hark, the herald kitties sing
Food for us, it's time to bring
You're welcome. ;-P
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https://lizvogel.dreamwidth.org/194502.html because I got tired of dealing with whatever LiveJournal had broken this time. Comment whereever.