The Alphabet Menagerie

 It’s Really Cool … To Be a Cat!

It’s really cool … to be a Cat.

Sniffing this and sniffing that.

Smell a mouse … even, a rat.

Lie around, loafing, getting fat.

Cat independence is well known.

Friendship’s only on my terms, I’ve shown.

Like a king or queen, I’m the royal sort.

To win me over, you must pay me court.

Of no badness certainly, am I capable.

I have no duties, except to be love-“abable.”

I purr up a storm, whenever I’m scratched.

This life of mine cannot be matched.

I have a silky, pettable coat.

I’ve scratching ecstasy, ‘specially the throat.

Shedding my coat―makes ‘em sneeze.

Early or late, my life’s a breeze.

Sleep always on Master’s head at night.

Scare the mice, so they’ll keep out of sight.

Sharpen my claws on Master’s couch,

And tease the dog―he’s such a grouch.

I check ‘round the house, at every hour,

Surveying my domain, with a feeling of power.

Day and night, I’m up at bat.

It’s really cool … to be a Cat.