When a door is closed, I shall not
scratch, pound, pull, push, yowl.
I shall sit politely and await
arrival of The Servant. I shall
clean myself thoroughly, especially
my glorious paws, before exploring
the kitchen counters. I shall restrain
myself when head-bumping; The Servant
is a fragile beast. When pinning It down,
stretching out my big beautiful body
atop The Servant, holding Its neck
between my paws, I shall purr magnificently
to assure It I intend no harm. When
patting Its face, to remind It of some
neglected duty, I shall keep my claws
retracted. I shall not sharpen those
claws on furniture, rugs, or The Servant’s
legs; but shall accept Its preference
for oddly shaped posts. I shall torment
the dogs only when The Servant
is away. Or not looking. I shall rule
with benevolence.
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