Empty bowl

When my bowl is empty, from mom I get no sympathy.

I whine and I mew for her attention I beg. 

I even threaten to escape these digs.

I try not to get evil by showing my fangs 

BUT 

Surely there is a place on this earth I could roam 

Where food is plentiful and calories don't count and no one
watches the clock go 'round.