Cat Talk Poem by Terry Hoffman

I talk to my fur person
as though she'll understand.
I sincerely do believe
she's the equal of a man.

I tell her when I'm leaving,
what time that I'll be back.
Often she just looks at me;
sometimes I get a whack.

When I'm in the kitchen
and she is in the way,
all I have to say is 'Out'
and she just goes away.

She tells me when she's hungry
or when her box is full.
When she's looking for a pet,
she gives my arm a pull.

You can say what e'er you want.
but I know it for a fact:
Whenever I talk to my cat
she is talking back.