Biscuit hops up, claims the couch like he pays rent I reach for my cushion; he looks personally offended One paw on the armrest, checking my credentials I scoot to the edge; he approves the new arrangement A stray cushion seam gets a sharp inspection He circles twice, then settles dead center I ask for a corner; he turns away slowly I laugh, then perch where the cushions taper
Biscuit pays rent? Show me the receipt Couch belongs to him; I barely get a seat
Now he spots my blanket, drags it into position I lift one end; he hooks it without looking He plants his paws down, dares me to continue I let it fall; he folds back into sleeping Then dinner rolls around, and he's suddenly beside me Still blocking my spot while he asks me to feed him I bring his bowl back; he leaves the throne vacant I reach for the couch; he races back to save it
Biscuit pays rent? Show me the receipt Couch belongs to him; I barely get a seat
I sit down first; he climbs into the middle I tuck my feet in; he keeps the warm cushion
Biscuit pays rent? Show me the receipt Couch belongs to him; I barely get a seat
Biscuit stretches out; I stay right here beside him
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