Maybe they come
from a distant world
even the Egyptians
knew them very well.
These feline fur balls
strutting around
like they own the place,
oh they do purr
sometimes quite loud
so you pat them on the head
they Hiss aloud.
Such rude behaviour
even to their kith and kin
as they pass each other sideways
their tails flaying about,
then they let out
an almighty shout
as if hell hath broken through.
A screaming battle of miaows
dominates the residential surround,
bins go flying crashing to the ground
everyone knows
the cats are around.
Then pure silence
one struts through a door
settles into
his favourite chair,
several times they up and move
circle around and around
a ritualistic groove,
then once settled
they sleep for hours
these feline nerds
from a distant land.
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My Sammy Boy talks to me all the day.
He is spoiled rotten and yes,I like him that way.
He is the boy I never go to raise from a kid.
We picked him up at an Animal shelter and I am glad we did!
she doesn't come when I call,
and there's nothing quite like,
stepping on a fresh hairball.
Michael D.