Finicky doesn't come close to
The word, when describing
The traits of a cat
He preens and he paws, with
Nary a cause and would
Prefer his milk came
From a vat
His human, he sees
As a mere servant who flees
Jumping upon his commands
"Me, NOW!" he states
Not "meow" - ingrates!
You will do my bidding,
Understand?
Ah, but we all need a cat
For felines are "all that"
Making our house into
A snug home
Are we the keeper of
The cat? Or does he
Wear the master's hat?
All we know is, that
We’ll never be alone
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