Catsup: in which I talk to the cat

Eat that food
Cos that food is catfood

I know this smells yummy
But it's meant for my tummy
Not yours,
Four-paws.

You nag
Like a tramp with a bag
Crammed full of lost dreams that are just what they seem
Thin air.
Don't stare!

What's wrong
With the stuff that you left in your bowl to pong?
It's been there for two minutes;
It's got minced mice in it!

I promise it has,
Whiskerface.