the cat who thinks his owner doesnt love him by Angelica Bobadilla

It's been two hours since the owner has  refilled my food bowl, it is now half
full, it is obvious I will soon starve to death. I've tried to get their
attention but no luck they're either to stupid or cruel this may be my last
week. I now realize I am not wanted here, they've given me signs like only
petting me with one hand when they have two, only showing half love which is
just neglectful, I see no logic with this type of behavior.  They've also
removed the blanket from the basket without realizing its where I sleep. My next
resort is on the kitchen counter.  It's now 3 in the morning, the owner has
closed their bedroom door I assume they forgotten about me and had left me here
to die, as a last resort I'm calling out to my people but they have yet to
respond. I now lie under the laundry sink where the vent is for warmth, hoping
the owner will soon open the door so I can escape.