Through a Cats Eyes
I live the “life of Riley” can’t you see
I’m crafty and cunning and independently free
I warm my owner up with a rub and a purr
A warm cozy blanket is what I prefer
When I choose to be aloof
I just turn my back and curl up bullet proof
I don’t mind being a house cat
Some may say because of this I’ve become a bit fat
Not to worry, never fear
I run around this house crazy and mess up your underwear
Sure, give me some yarn, that too can become boring after a time
I’d rather look out the window in the sun and lick my paws, sublime
And when you’re cooking up a great meal
That’s when I sit pretty and cry and squeal
I’m sweet and lovable and debonair
And I’ve taken over your house “I declare”
Yes I know I may sleep more than some
But how could you resist, your furry friend is what I’ve become
Inspired by Constance La France’s Cat tails contest
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