The Cat

If my cat could talk i wonder what it would say With eyes of total wonderment and times of yesterday. This is what I think my cat would begin to tell me now If she had words and not of variations of a meow I think your toes are mice as you snuggle into bed Which is why I need to paw them make sure they're dead I like to lie at the top of the stairs to look for potential predators Not trip you up and fall over the bannisters I know I meow quite violently when I want my food But waiting more than a minute to me is simply rude I like to hide drawers and other quiet places too And drink water from taps and yes the bathroom loo Thank you for being patient as you stand at the door to let me out I simply can't make mind up whether to stay warm or go about Just remember that I love to snuggle on your lap Rub my head against your neck and lie to take a nap Miss you even when you go out for more than an hour This cat loves you more than the highest tower. My cat.