Cats Poem by Paul Butters

Cats are cool,
They regally rule.
You think you own them,
But they own you.

Born as kittens they are so cute.
Before you know it, off they scute.
Baby faces and big blue eyes,
Dopamine surges, what a surprise.

Pouncing on you as you walk through the door,
Kitty is lightning over that floor.
How we love to watch them play,
Brightening up an otherwise dull day.

The older cats look on with disdain:
They'd much rather use their brain.
More to the point cats love to sleep,
Waking only to take the odd peep.

So independent yet love a stroke:
Lots of purring you'll invoke.
I'm not too sure of their table manners
But they've just got to be fans of canners.

I'm not too keen on them bringing a present,
Even though they might think that it's a pheasant.
They can be cruel when they hunt,
But that's their job, let's be blunt.

Most popular pets, that's for sure.
Feeling stressed? A cat is your cure.