To have a cat that rules the home!
These corners turned to beds. He roams...
..around the house at down the block.
When I want a pet his eyes lock...
..on to me his stare says 'oh, no!
You must not touch me lest I go...
...and hide around the corner; bend.
you will not pet me, I've no end...
...of places I can go and hide.
The cat door is close. Just a stride...
...from where I sit. Too fast for you.
I know you want me to bug you...
...because you think I'm cute. I'm not!
I'm ruler of this house, a snot! '
copyright 01-04-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
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