Extended metaphor?

Cats
.
Can be so playful, adoring,
Insistent, demanding, then
They’ll turn their backs
For no apparent reason,
Pretending
They couldn’t care less, that
You don’t exist, yet
Aware you’ll sit, and wait,
Shamelessly begging
For just one more glance,
Quick caress of soft fur,
Accepting even claw strokes
Slashed across your face,
As payment for your daring.
Your insatiability,
For their attention,
That’s what drives them.
Cats.
Living with one can be hell,
Without, worse.
She knows that.
So, pleased,
She continues to toy,
Whipping her tail,
Watching with contemplative
Siamese eyes,
Realizing she keeps
This mouse
Right where she wants him.
.