Furrocious Poem by anais vionet

My cat's become so critical
of the pieces that I write
he kneads to express his opinion
and he always thinks he's right.

He twitches his ear-itation
if I don't write in Senryus.
If what I write displeases him
he's under the bed for refuge.

He's worse than many teachers -
his reviews are seldom neutered -
he pointedly wags that twitchy tail
or cat-calls disapproval.

He laid across my laptop
for half the afternoon
‘til I promised an ode to tuna
which earned purrs of hallelujah!