These I Hate At An Alarming Rate!

So I was lounging in bed when Pat woke me with the flash of dread. No, not him naked as can be, seen that so much it is no longer scary. It was the flashy box. For that I will chew holes in his socks. Anyway, he said that dreaded word to me, so I ran and hid up the cat tree.

What is the word?
What do you think?
Nope, not a bird,
Or water in the sink.

One I can eat.
The other I can drink.
One Betsy uses for her feet.
Hint, it's the sink.

Is it the vet?
Is it that cage?
A safe bet,
As both fill me with rage.

The cone of shame?
A dog coming near?
The first I'd maim,
The other bite its rear.

By that I mean tail,
Which I have done.
Boy, do they wail.
They find it no fun.

Guessed the word yet?
Still feeling confused?
Follow this pet,
And don't feel abused.

They walk and talk,
The may even gawk.
The can sometimes stalk,
And pets they can mock.

They sound stupid though,
As they try and meow back.
But they don't seem to know.
Brains they must lack.

Humans you guess?
While it is close enough.
Babies/kids you confess?
Still on the right stuff.

But there is one word for all,
Who come and be pests.
They make me run down the hall,
And that would be GUESTS!


See what I had to deal with yesterday? Guests cause us so much dismay. They are just rude. They come and eat all of our food. On a side note though, got a good caption for the guests who decided to show? What, they aren't scary? One isn't even hairy. That is as scary as can be. Plus they wanted to win my money. The cat will not let that come to pass. Feel free to caption that guests who bothered my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.