Nope, Not The Cat

I live a life of luxury,

Amidst my massive family.

They rub and brush my golden hair,

And I reward them with “I don’t care.”

I have three hobbies. These are they:

On your freshly vacuumed chair I lay,

Peeing on your lovely walls,

And playing with my hairy balls.

You say you love me. Who knows why?

You’ll probably outlive me (heavy sigh).

Having me is lots of fun.

Forever yours, your teenage son.

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