Housecats

I reckon some folks prefer a hound dog lyin' at their feet, While others might enjoy a twitterin' parakeet. But be it a mogul's mansion or a humble flat, A house just ain't a home without an inscrutable cat! Thankfully, my cat doesn't bark or scourge my pristine lawn, Nor does he wake me for outside relief at the crack of dawn! Furthermore, my dear old pal I seldom have to holler at; A house just ain't a home without an inscrutable cat! My cat is content to have me stroke and brush his hair, And happier yet if he can snooze upon my favorite chair. A master of his realm, why should he ever want to roam? Without an inscrutable cat, a house just ain't a home! While he reposes upon my lap and I stroke his silky fur, Ain't nothin' more relaxin' than to hear his soothin' purr. He won't condone a walk, I'll certainly grant you that. A house just ain't a home without an inscrutable cat! His independent airs and a few stray hairs I can tolerate; Even my chair nigh the glowin' fire to him I will abnegate. I 'spose you could enjoy a snake, pot-bellied pig or hybrid rat, But a house just ain't a home without an inscrutable cat! Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Cat Poem Poetry" Contest