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Cats

Cats love to walk in places which they know are out of bounds;
They have the sweetest voices but they make such hideous sounds.

Cats love to catch gross creatures: spiders, flies, and mice, and such,
And then, to show affection, they present them with a touch.

And when their Human dashes off with horror and a cry,
They look confused, and sit and stare, and give the Evil Eye.

Their fur is sleek, their eyes are bright, they love to be caressed,
Unless they're feeling independent, when they will not be addressed.

They are not fussy eaters, they love anything that's food,
But though they might eat fish today, tomorrow it's no good.

The cat door which you made, they just ignore with such disdain,
And so you open doors as they go out, and in, and out, and in, and out, and in, and out, and in, and out, and in, and out, and in, and out, and in again.

So cat lovers all round the world, let's share some sympathy
For those of us whose lives consist of feline slavery.

Poetry by Marie Cadavieco