In order to train first create a need,
No affection given ’til you have the lead!
True desperation should take about a week,
Add a couple more; acting kinda meek.
Offer glimpses of your fur as soft as silk,
Your back of ashen grey, tummy white as milk.
They’ll soon work out your heart’s key is food;
Scouring store & yard to sweeten our mood.
Eat at your leisure there’ll always be more.
Show your fear, twitching whiskers at the door.
A month or so to prime them, Now they’re ready!
A sniff on the ankles enough to make’em unsteady!
My fur and my mood are darker. Whisper the boss!
Remember all affection is on your terms only.
They have to be extra nice or else be lonely!
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