by Cato Sooty Howler, Siamese extraordinaire (with apologies to Sylvia Plath)
Love matters more to me than food. Though I'm well fed
it simply means there's more cat to enjoy.
I think I made me up inside my head.
I take the ribbing for my weight, and though I shed
I let my human swing me like a toy.
Love matters more to me than food, but I'm well fed.
And though my claws are healthy, I don't shred
the furniture: such ill-bred pranks are for the hoi polloi.
I think I made me up inside my head.
With silky fur and snuggley purr, I nest in bed.
And though I'm smushed between her and her boy
love matters more to me than breath. I am well fed,
but bring my human juicy mice - not dead! -
so she can have her own hunt to enjoy.
I think I made me up inside my head.
The multiverse has never seen a cat so fine, it's said.
I give my human such demented joy,
because I love love most of all - and I'm well fed.
I think I made me up inside my head.
Love matters more to me than food. Though I'm well fed
it simply means there's more cat to enjoy.
I think I made me up inside my head.
I take the ribbing for my weight, and though I shed
I let my human swing me like a toy.
Love matters more to me than food, but I'm well fed.
And though my claws are healthy, I don't shred
the furniture: such ill-bred pranks are for the hoi polloi.
I think I made me up inside my head.
With silky fur and snuggley purr, I nest in bed.
And though I'm smushed between her and her boy
love matters more to me than breath. I am well fed,
but bring my human juicy mice - not dead! -
so she can have her own hunt to enjoy.
I think I made me up inside my head.
The multiverse has never seen a cat so fine, it's said.
I give my human such demented joy,
because I love love most of all - and I'm well fed.
I think I made me up inside my head.