Flower

Main coon,

six month kitten,

Believes to her core bathroom trios of her human,

Me , the human are really to hold her,

She cannot comprehend any other reason for me to sit in her presence,

Even when I am bent nearly in half,

The wee sprout determind to squeeze herself through where there is no space,

Its hard to concentrate upon my mission at hand,

I get irritated,

Which is like running into Harry Potter’s wall,

When I only came to produce waste not socialize,