It’s A Hard Life When You’re A Cat

Spending all day
Curled up asleep
On the comfiest chair
Or the softest bad
Taking the time
To stretch and yawn
Before returning
To the dream

At noon, perhaps
You take a wander
Call for your food
It must be fresh
Only the best
None of the cheap stuff
Perhaps some biscuits
A little milk

Then out and about
Checking the territory
Warding off
The young pretenders
A strenuous task
This walk around
Marking your ground
And taking the air

Occasionally
Just to be nice
You’ll bring back a gift
A sigh of affection
A mouse or a bird
As a token of love
They get iffy about this
Strange beings, humans

But mainly the day
Includes fussing and cuddling
Preening yourself
In your spot by the fire
And just when you’re settled
They want you to play
It’s such a hard life
When you’re a cat