When our cat, my cat, the cat belonging only to herself,
deigns to sleep next to me I feel special & loved
Our cat, my cat, the cat is a good judge of character,
I pretend to believe that Cats know how & who to love.
They’re fluffy, fickle, mercenary creatures
They pretend not to know you sometimes.
They’re more patient than dogs.
They take their Sweet Cat Time
They’re selective about which lap they wanna lay in.
They definitely hold up in comparison
to Zach, our dog
who follows & gets in their faces
like a jumping bean, bouncing just
out of reach NEVER taking the hint,
NEVER getting out of Cat Space,
’til they get away & sometimes scratch him.
He’s always in a frenzy for their attention,
Maybe he’s jealous when they’re around us?
and He rarely barks. Anyone can arrive,
unannounced. He loves people too much.
He tries to escape every morning
Anytime he can bust thru the door
& run between your legs,
he’s GONE, on a doggie quest
leaving Notes on every mailbox
& if it’s sunny day
he rolls around in a special field
& comes home smelling so vile
& disgusting he gets a bath, we both hate that.
Cats don’t roll in manure & toxic muck
They HATE unsanitary things
maybe that makes them smarter?
to be fair, our cat, LuLu loves to lay
on counter tops & book shelves
& 5 out of 10 times she rolls right off
So, maybe Cats & Dogs are evenly matched,
in their own unique way.
I adore our dog. He makes better company. He never leaves.
*photo mine. Our dog Zach & me.
The cat I was writing about couldn’t be found to be photographed today.