Cat Toy

Some say "It's me, not you"

and I get confused

because I've been laying here

next to the coffee table

for seven days

without being played with.

I get lonely.

My stupid brain starts making things up.

Silly scenarios, like

Stockholm love between cat and mouse.

Why will nobody play with me?

I get lonely,

sitting here by the leg of this table.

Ignored.

I watch the three of you

do things with other objects.

For example, a crumpled piece of paper

becomes more fun than me.

Really? Why?

It's a piece of fucking paper!

I am a hand sown stuffed mouse with

fluffy ears and stringy rump,

but a piece of paper

makes your tail twitch,

while I'm a thing to be forgotten.