It Is So Satisfactory To Be A Cat. Poem by stephen west

To own a human like they do
Food on demand and milk poured too

Stretching and preening cause whoops of delight
Some one to worry when they stay out all night

Love when they want it, on cushion or lap
Tickles and cuddles, and never a slap

(Unless they scratch armchairs or mess on the rug)
Always someone there for strokes and a hug.

No stick to gather or orders to heed
Just being’s enough to get what they need.

Marmalade, tabby or queen of Siam,
Black, white or patchwork, cats am what they am.