Human Im'purr'fection Poem by Ima Ryma

My human has gone to the store
To get the cat chow I'm out of.
Nothing does irritate me more
Than being late for lunch I love.
More forgetful my human is,
I guess that's norm for humankind,
Going through this getting old biz,
A matter of fact on my mind.
This is the only human had
By me in this first life of nine.
Hopefully things won't get too bad,
This human has faults but is mine.

Upon the floor I have my ear.
When the car's coming, I will hear.