Purr

First there was one...
He told a friend and then another.
Now there are eight
that sit
and wait.

It's all my fault.

I fed one...
Then fed his friend
and then another.
Now eight sit
and wait
at the gate.

It breaks my heart.

So I spoiled one...
Then his friend
and then another.
Now eight sit
and wait
at the gate
for a tasty
tuna plate.

It's not their fault.

It only takes one human
filled with hate,
to leave a creature
at your gate
starving
for a tasty
tuna plate.