THE CAT’S MEOW
A litle humor anyone owned by a cat will appreciate.
I’ve heard it said that to have a cat
Is to be owned by one; it amounts to that.
Meals per schedule, nap undisturbed.
The trouble he is leaves him quite unperturbed.
Get seated all comfy, take off your shoes.
You can bet that’s the moment
His highness will choose
To wish to depart; go out on the town.
So don’t get settled. You won’t stay down!
Enter the bedroom, he’s there on your bed.
Enter the kitchen, he’s there to be fed.
Aim for your favorite easy chair,
And ten to one you’ll find him there.
He roams all night and sleeps all day.
He’ll only look bored if you want him to play.
The look he can cast will be full of disdain;
How dare a mere mortal question his reign!
Then just when you’re ready to give him away,
Up in your lap he’ll hop, and he’ll lay
All cozy and warm, then start to purr.
Your hand will fall gently to stroke his soft fur.
His timing is perfect, his knowledge complete.
Try as you may, he’ll never be beat.
Yes, cats are a strange and a humorous lot.
They’ve sure got something that we ain’t got!
© 1995 Anne Forrest Elmore
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