Ode to My Cat

There is no better pick-me-up or incentive as a cat,
As a furry and all-the-way classy tender visitor in your lap.
My cat knows when to endow a lick on the cheek or an affectionate purr
A gift of dead flies, moths or, if in need, a paw to confer.
My cat always knows when I am ill
A happy cat on your belly is superior to any pill.
My cat feels no need to go outside
Why get your paws wet when all you desire is right where you reside?
Me and my cat are very similar, you know
Our respect is a rare gift to bestow.
My cat has a taste in people ever so particular
Else how could she keep up her tail perpendicular?
Only a special few can be awarded her attention
A cat’s pride is something of no need to mention.
My cat can lie in profound meditation,
Her mind engaged in a rapt contemplation,
Sitting for hours on my window sill,
Concentrated and motionless like Jefferson on a two dollar bill.
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
It’s no plot for power or a gasp for fame,
It’s not a love poem or a fancy word game
Or a theory on the inertial reference frame
No.
Cats enjoy the simpler things:
A good meal and toy mice on strings,
An invite under covers or a scratch between her ears,
A gentle caress to erase all any fears.
Cats know the best things in life are simple,
They don’t mind of your forehead pimple.
My cat loves me as I am,
She doesn’t care of scores on an exam,
My cat doesn’t give a damn
As long as I give her a piece of my ham.
If only we’d learn to live like cats do,
No errands or aims to pursue,
No dreams of high life or unlimited riches,
Just someone to scratch our ear when it itches.
We should all learn from my cat:
Food good, life simple and that is that.




Yes, I would definetly take my cat over most people I know any day.
In the end becoming the crazy cat lady is one possible (and ultimately not so bad sounding) future.

And Monday God created hugs. And it was good..