My Cat Is Smarter Than Me

It is a hard thing to admit, But I have to take the hit, As I can't make the facts fit anything else, If I want the truth to sit, Rather than stand up and spit. Our cat learned in three years, What I learned in thirty three, plus a few tears. Our cat has a better set of ears, As dinner for me just appears. Our cat knows when to to make itself scarce, While I, have all the makings for a farce. Our cat is wise enough never to trust a dog, While I, still walk in the fog. Our cat goes walkabout when it feels like it, We talk about it happening one day if we feel fit. Our cat knows the best time to take a nap, Without causing a flap. When I decide to take a nap, I keep hearing a dripping tap, Or a fly that has come in the door with the cat. Shall we let it go at that, Before this poem falls flat.