The Cat
by Helen George

If you've ever deigned to be owned by a cat,
You know the cat rules, there's no doubt about that,
He's pampered and spoiled, and thinks he's quite cool,
He knows how to play you, he's nobody's fool.

That comfortable chair where you wanted to rest,
Has been claimed by the cat as his own little nest,
And, at night when you're lying in bed really beat,
Watch out for the cat who'll attack your feet.

Just when you think you've found his favorite food,
He turns up his nose, in quite a finicky mood,
And when you call him, he's nowhere to be found,
Oblivious to the fact that you're searching around.

If and when you do find him, I think you'll agree,
The look on his face says "Were you looking for me?"
The old saying's so true, I can attest to that,
"You're nobody till you've been ignored by a cat."