Morning cat

One of the cats was staring at me as I got ready for work this morning. It inspired the following:

Here kitty kitty,
Don't give me your pity.
I'm not as pathetic as that.
It's true that I pet you,
And feed you and vet you,
But I'm not a slave to a cat.

Sure, little feline,
Go make your bee-line,
Straight to your dish by the sink.
It's true that I feed you,
But I shouldn't need to,
If you were as great as you think.

I know you're content,
That your box has no scent,
Is a thank you too much to request?
Instead, as if bitter,
You'll scatter the litter,
You really can be such a pest.

I hear you crying,
As if you were dying,
When really you just want outside.
But if the time comes,
When you grow some thumbs,
That choice will be yours to decide.

So you see kitty,
It's you I should pity,
Surviving on what I have done.
So don't give a smirk,
As I head off to work,
And you take a nap in the sun.