WE ARE THE CAT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!

I see your look, your glare at me,
Expectantly you sit,
As I each Sunday dutifully,
Clean your box of…
Waste.
You won’t go near this box or me,
Till I’ve cleaned all of it,
You wait until I’ve scooped your pee,
And gathered up your…
Scat.
There’s times I think you gladly fling,
The litter where you sit,
It’s almost like the floor’s your thing,
To mess with pee and…
Dung.
So while you stare I clean your poop,
You are the master of it,
I must be fast and away I scoop,
This last small piece of…
Digestive disaster.
Sometimes I think I hear you laugh,
You’re bothered not a bit,
To see me gag at your last gaff,
This monstrous ball of…
Feculence.
Then when I’m done and it’s all clean,
Inside you jump to sit,
And mess it up, you are so mean,
I just cleaned all your…
Fecal matter
You grin at me as you take a pee,
But that’s not all of it,
Then from your butt I’m forced to see,
You drop a load of…
Excretion.
I hate to scoop your mess you know,
I’d rather take a hit,
Beside my head a hardy blow,
Than have to clean your…
Discharge.
I’ll see you then my furry friend,
Next Sunday I’ll see fit,
To clean your foulness then again,
And carry away your…
Number two.