Someone asked me am I a dog person
As he digs a dog who jumps and licks
Frisky happy, gets on his lap muddy
But for me, I like my cat nonchalant
Haughty, dignified, sets his pace
Give him loving and embrace
Will never leave your side
Except take mice aside
Stare at the crowd
With a distant
Look, sit
Still
Be
Invisible
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Sort out thoughts
Choose delectables
Just be contented with
Developing his cat skills
Won't go for drills like a dog
Maybe learn some new tricks
Like pretending to do a bird call
To catch one for his trophy room
A cat is a cat is a cat, he's no mouse
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They say that the person you are with imbibes your habit, and you also imbibe his. Whenever he starts speaking about something, I finish it for him and that amazes him and gushes that I'm smart. I am that but also, very observant, the exact word is fixated on the pet that I want, not a derogatory term, but an implication of lifetime devotion and loyalty between two persons. In real life, owners of dogs/cats soon resemble their pets or vice-versa. The same attachment is at work here. I think they call it imprinting.