My boss's cat suffers from bulimia.
The cat binges on Friskies gourmet liver
then vomits on the Persian rug.
They call this royal pain in the ass Princess.
My boss didn't confess that Princess
had an eating disorder until I had already
agreed to pet-sit while they took a cruise.
Princess naps on a red satin pillow
and dreams of Garfield.
She wears a jeweled collar with a gold bell
to warn tasty mice and pigeons.
She's been de-clawed so she can't scratch an itch.
No wonder Princess has an eating problem,
she's not free to go out in the moonlight
and scat with the alley cats.