The Cat

I wrote this in the summer of 2010:

Meow,
Meow,
Meow.

You
have awakened me
at two a.m.
for food.

You
have used my legs
as scratching posts.

You
have begged
for things
that you do not
diserve.

You
have bitten
my fingers.

You
have shed
on my popsicle.

You
left when
I
needed you.

What
makes you think that
I will feed
you?