How to feel when your own cat likes your brother better

My brother left today
I drove him to the airport in the rain.
The rain is not significant
except that we had to leave early
and it stole maybe twenty minutes from our time together.

He’s King of Cats, and I say that I’m the Duke, therefore
Which is a lie, as I will now relate.
My cat Buddy, who is in reality
Meowlnir, Crusher of Rodents,
Would rather spend his time
on my brother’s deserted bed,
an air mattress, yet,
than come spend time with me.
There, Penelope to his Ulysses,
Buddy – not about to call him Meowlnir now
Goddamnit
Gives me that stare that calls me ‘Interloper.’

My revenge is forthcoming, however.
It’s nearly dinner time.