by Paul Gallico, on behalf of cats everywhere
This is my chair.
Go away and sit somewhere else.
This one is all my own.
It is the only thing in your house that I possess
And insist upon possessing.
Everything else therein in yours.
My dish,
My toys,
My basket,
My scratching post and my Ping-Pong ball;
You provided them for me.
This chair I selected for myself.
I like it,
It suits me.
You have the sofa,
The stuffed chair
And the footstool.
I don’t go and sit on them do I?
Then why cannot you leave me mine,
And let us have no further argument?
I love this poem. Have you read his novel entitled “Jennie”?
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No I haven’t, but thank you for the recommendation!
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I see that you’re in Australia, so if you can’t find it under the title given, you might looking under the title “The Abandoned.”
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