I Hate being a Cat

angry cat

I hate being a cat, she says.

Not that I’m a wuss

But there’s more minuses than pluses

at being someone’s puss.

 

You have to wait until they’re ready

To get food put into yr bowl

The one you sit behind so patiently

and try not to scowl.

 

And when they have a friend stay

Then it’s a hey diddle-diddle

You’re no longer alpha female

but playing second fiddle.

 

I like to go out and in, she says

Or in and out at will

But someone sadly has other ideas

Which is why I’m here still.

 

Oh I could write a novel, she wails

There’d be fury on every page

Not that I’m a Prima Donna

But I like being centre stage.

6 thoughts on “I Hate being a Cat

  1. ‘Fury in every page’

    I can imagine! lol! No wonder some cats get frustrated! If someone told me I couldn’t eat when I wanted to, or wasn’t master of my own house, it would tick me off, too. :p

    Great poem! As always, your work is inspiring! Thank you.

    -Beth

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