Ode to my Cat

Oh, fierce terror recessed deep under the fat. Oh, fang'd and claw'd with sharp pointy things, you stalk the apartment on semi silent paws... The food bowl cowers and trembles at your stealthy approach, for it knows it's fate is at hand. Yea, let the squirrel approach the balcony with no trepidation at all, for it knows that lurking inside the glass door you are there. So, come oh squirrel, come dine on the bulbs I planted in happier times. Dine and revel. I hasten to open the door, placing death on four legs out, out onto the balcony to revenge me! You mew piteously, the squirrel snacks on. I let you back in. The thief chortles and stuffs it's face.