The Life of a House Cat

Sleeps anywhere
He feels is right
Anytime the day
The night.

Top of stool
By the door
Beside the whirlpool
On the floor.

Back of sofa
In flower bed
Kitchen table
Top bedspread.

When awake
Stretches, yawns,
Energy, sparkle,
Like sunrise at dawn.

Finicky eater
Food always the same
Doesn't like change
Part of his game.

Just had his bath
Washed up just right
In love with himself
He purrs with delight.

As a predator
He's a fright
His claws are weapons
His teeth do bite.

Litter box not perfect
Where will he go?
Its anyone's guess
Heigh-Ho Ho-Ho.

To be like a cat
Catching a snooze
Wherever I choose
Nothing to loose.

Then -

Upon waking
Be ready to go
Energy, life.
Move with the flow.