Launderings

My People have clothings which are void of my hairs.

I must will rectify this with immediance.

When I Was a Young

My People make their memorings of the joys that is myself.

Ever have I been a small plush god who must remind them of their inferiorness.

I Condition the Airs

My People make their dislikes of the heatings.

I make their objection my places of thrones, and I authorize the conditionings of their airs.

Very Best Places of Warms

The shoulders of My People are places of warms.

I make my meltings of their mortal little souls with the joys that is myself.

Behold the Belly

I roll the joys that is myself and expose the underneaths that you may offer bellyrubs.

Neither too few rubs nor too many lest I shred your arms to ribbons.

An Elevated Places of Thrones

My People make their outdoorsy structures of wood.

I survey my domains from its height and I make my righteous judgings.

When I Find A Sparagus

The garden produces make their fallings onto the floors.

I make my rapid and violent killings of it.

I Make My Disgusted Face

A dog makes its sleeps on the dog bed.  It should be me, for I am a small plush god.

I must will plot my killings of the dog.

Peaceful Protestings

There are too fewings of kibbles in the dish of my royal tastings.  I will stand upon the eating space of My People until they make payings of their homages and bestow upon me the offerings of the foods.

Do not make your forcings of me to make my resorts to the violences.

I Keep the Watchings

My People make leavings of their nutritions on my outdoor places of thrones.

I make my guardings of their kibbles.

Outdoorsey Places of Thrones

In the outsides are places of thrones.

I make my divine rulings, for I am a small plush god.

My People Are Places of Warms

My People make their seatings on those furnishings which they have provided for my majesty.

I make momentary excusings of My People from making their servings unto me, for My People are places of warms.

I Hide My Shames

My People are filled with the ridiculousness.

I make hidings of my face in the corners.

I Cares Not

The pets of My People leave their toys on the floors.

 I feign my disinterests.

The Snows Make Their Ceasings

My glarings have at last spurred My People on to cause the outdoors to become places of warms.

No longer must I consider killing My People in their sleeps.

Is Not a Box

My People offer unto me the board which is card.

It is not a box, for the offering of My People is inadequate and pitiable, but I will make my sits upon it.

Waitings for Warms

I make my watchings of the outdoors.  I order the grasses to become to greens, and the airs become to warms.

I issue my decrees, and I make my waits.

Quiltings Are Places of Warms

My People cause the blankets to cover their areas of craftings.

I do not know why My People do this, but I express my approvals by making my sleeps there, or on occasion, my barfings.

Thinkings Outside of the Boxes

Insides of boxes are places of thrones.

If boxes are lidded, the tops of the boxes are also good places of thrones.

Beautiful Places of Thrones

My People make for my majesty the places of loveliness for my sittings.

I accepts.

I Express the Disappointments

My People have my disfavors, for they fail to create the weathers of my preferences.

Behold, the deadness of the catnippings.

I make my glares from the hanging basket of deaths until My People bring back the summerings.

It's Curtains for My People

I daily make my snaggings of the drapings.

I make waits for My People to unhook my claws, for they exist to serve my Majesty.

Investigatings

My People make the packings of their belongings of seasonals.

 I make my checkings out of them.  I approves.

I Make My Anointings

My People become to resting upon my furnishings.

I bless them with the scatterings of my furs upon their clothings.

I Am the Gift

My People make their snows, which I hate, in the outdoors.  I accept their apologies of light strings for now.  I make my nappings among the decorations of the festivals which are made for my honorings

If My People do not return the warm weathers soon, I may kill them in their sleep.