I am a cat, both proud and sleek,
So pay attention whilst I speak.
I converse through mews and purrs
And I’m covered by two layers of fur.
I’m not the dog who hangs at heel,
Whose eyes a human heart can steal.
I’m not a bird with dulcet tones
But a feline whose life is my own.
My hearing’s good; I’ve ears that turn;
And my private life is my concern.
At night my vision’s sparkling clear,
And I venture forth with little fear.
I’ve powerful muscles in my tail,
And gripping claws that never fail
To grasp and hold my tiny prey.
There’s purrrfect pleasure in kill-play.
With hunting over, home I go,
And sometimes take my kill to show
The cat I am, with skills superb.
Now, curled in sleep . . .
DO NOT DISTURB!
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