The life of a catContented and fat
A fur bearing beanbag
Adorning a doormat
No errands to do
No worrying, too
Surrounded by people
Who live to serve you
Every day spent
Doing just as you choose
Chasing computer mice
Chewing on shoes
An enjoyable dinner
Topped off by a snooze
Ah yes, I could dig it
A life as a cat
When reincarnated
I want to be that
12 comments:
Very well put, totally into themselves and they get away with it bucause they're soft and they purr.
Two amazing compositions, the pic and the poem!
Martha - I'm soft. Do you think I could pull it off if I learned to purr?
Glad you liked them, Chris!
Looks like a cousin to my boys...
No kidding.
I want to come back as a cat too. But only if I can be the cat of someone who treats their cats like I treat mine.
My sister who now lives a few city blocks from me used to live in NJ in an apartment with a window and deck just like that AND she had a cat, named Maxie, who looked a lot like that ...
Michelle, I feel certain that all orange cats are cut from the same cloth, mellow and sweet.
Sally, I'm sure life as your cat would be a heavenly existence.
Daryl, the more we get to know each other, it seems, the more coincidences we discover. Separated at birth...?
He looks comfy. I had a cat that looked like yours. He got to be really old and passed away. I still miss him.
What a great shot of your cat and I love the poem too!
what a beautiful cat and your words are so true!
I want to be that, too. Great shot of a furry bean bag. ;)
LOL ... your cat photo is so perfect and your poem makes for a a lovely accompaniment ;--)
Hugs and blessings,
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