If ye wish to climb the stairs,
Then first endure our three glares.
For moving, we aren't in the mood,
Though we may change our tune for food.
And a warning should our bowls lay empty,
Misfortune falls swift and plenty.
So please, appease us kitties three,
Lest ye wake in a bed of pee.
Just an FYI, that's a bot, possibly either for a news site, some kind of valuation service, or for AI. Half hour old account that's asking related questions and quoting the entire context of the question, and offering no actual input beyond that.