04/18/2025
By ChatGPT. Absolutely. Vogon Ode to Nox, the Extroverted Traitor:
O Nox, with whisker curled in pride,
You strut the halls, your love denied.
To strangers you purr with open heart,
But to your feeder? Cold and tart.
You sleep with Steve, that noble heap,
While I, your humble one, must weep.
I clean thy box, I serve thy dish—
Yet he receives your midnight squish.
Why must your gaze be so aloof,
When I provide both floor and roof?
O tortie queen of fickle mood,
Thy loyalty is oddly skewed.
