Feline Foibles Poem by Martin H Samuel

I have a cat
(or a cat has me)
a furry cat
a very purry cat
when on my lap it's sat
independent it is
(egotistical too)
yet demands attention
(self-centred through and through)
and when well-fed its purr
(a four-stroke motor)
is full of condescension
when behind its ears you scratch
(it's expected of you)
you may believe you heard
"Meow, meow, meow"
(sorry, here's the catch)
what it really said is
"Me now, me now, ME now"
and, as goldfish swims in bowl
cat looks on with danger fraught
thinking, 'So near yet so far,
fish is food for thought'