ME-OW

PP, originally Prince Peanut, now whatever 

slander I can manage on the spot (Piss Pot, 

for instance, or Pungent Piglet), is the very 

essence of a sour puss, 

Such a sweet chap he was, quaintly obtuse, 

albeit hopeless with the ladies and quite 

the coward, quick to turn tail at the sight 

of some interloping tom, 

Something changed though, over time, and 

he started scowling, sulking, shrinking away 

from affection, as if my outstretched hand 

were a baited trap, 

I seldom see him now, save for feeding time 

or when he needs his meds to help him pee; 

I try to love him, sure, but feel he deserves it 

about as much as me.