Cats Can Poem by hubert canvas

You see them all over the place,
Cats behind dirty windows, or with lace.

As a nice and simple gesture
Some cats live with people in nature,

Waiting for scraps of food,
Enjoying every bit of this adventure.

After a while and a good look
They begin to write their book

For all the rich relatives sleeping,
Soon writing in their checkbooks.

Adventurers return by plane, first class,
Paw pushing a button for another glass.

Other cats will take their place.
Those who want to learn to chase

A mouse, with style, no aggression,
Certainly not a trace of affection.

Now it's time to get a human being;
They are the only species with central heating.