A Poem About My Friend's Pet

 

Your cat believes he owns the place,

With royal whiskers on his face.

He struts around like king of all,

Ignoring every “don’t climb the wall!”

He naps all day, then zooms at night,

A furry blur, a crazy sight.

He’ll knock down cups without a care,

Then give you that “I meant to” stare.

The food is his, the chair is too,

Your bed belongs to only you-know-who.

And if you move? Well, that’s a shame, 

Your cat will win the sleeping game.

Yet through the chaos, mess, and fun,

Your cat’s the brightest, number one.

A little clown with padded feet,

Who makes your friend’s whole life complete.