Feline Excursionist (P:2)

Written rules don't mean a thing. Does she care for the bonds shared? Her lopsided stare at the wall. Late nights in my bed curled up in a ball. Comfort added to an endless extent. Nights are well. Untill... There is this cat who likes to make things go... Splat! No more slumber. Fighting hunger. Feeling thunder. Why can't you stay under? Once again, at the scene. Thinks she's getting off clean. Now, it's my turn to be mean. Why? Why? Why? Oh! Why? Why? Why? As she was jumping around, she took a big fall. Luckily enough, I was on call. Bandaged up and feeling tough. Rubbed against my scruff and set back out into the rough. I have a cat, It's a fact. I love her and she loves me. It's only when I have to repeat, the action of these cruel feats. It's only when... You're acting up. Jumping up. Sucking up. Setting me up. Mimicking a pup. Why? Why? Why? Oh! Why? Why? Why?