Cat Valentine

If I could be a cat, I wouldn't chase a mouse, but if you put me out, perhaps I'd choose to go and search about for flowers I could snip with small white teeth to carry home to you inside my mouth. My mission then complete, adoringly I'd greet you with a mew and blooms strewn at your feet. I think I might like that. If I could be a cat, I wouldn't want to eat kitty stews in cans or livered meat. I think instead I'd use my feline eyes to plead- entreating you to feed me from your plate, and then when you had your fill, perhaps you'd leave me ice cream melted and unfinished from your bowl. I wouldn't hesitate to lick your fingers clean appreciatively. Yes, I think I might like that. If I could be a cat, I wouldn't want to sleep alone and curled around some ball of yarn. I'd leap onto your bed instead (I wouldn't make a peep) and nestle in the cradle of your arm. And if you reached to stroke my fur, I'd place my paws upon your chest charmingly and warmly start to purr. If I could be a cat, I think I might like that. (an oldie that I wanted to show again, and I add this little Valentine Haiku on the bottom just for you, PD): the trinity of Linda, Irma, and PD. . . . get BIG hugs from ME