Be ruthless like the cat

My cat was quite contrary, she had me all worked out

She would not use the cat flap if I was round about.

She’d wait with studied patience until I would obey

Then she gave me a loud mioaw, she wanted me to play.

She liked to hear me singing while I did the washing up

She didn’t mind the broomstick, but she was frightened of the mop.

We watched the television nightly,my husband was then ill

But he like to watch Inspector Morse and pussy did as well

She laid herself upon my lap in front of the hot fire

Should I wish to rise again, this did arouse her ire.

She bit my hand, but not too much she didn’t break the flesh.

I said ‘I need the bathroom*, but but that would never wash.

Sadly pretty pussy cat got cancer and she died

We took her down to see the vet then we both came home and cried

A cat may not be human,but they are ruthless in desire.

And that is a fine quality, and one that I admire.

Make demands and don’t comply or you will lose your soul

Everybody’s different but we can all be whole.