I question my quiet little kitty,
Why do you catch those bitty mice, and how?
But itty kitty keeps sitting pretty,
just smiling at me and singing, Meow!
I ask her how, when she licks my finger
her tongue can feel rough, yet still so gentle.
She rubs by my leg, but doesn’t linger,
jumping on the chair. Is this some mental
game you play? I call to her. She never
answers. Just circles round and snuggles down
on the pillow. You think you’re so clever!
I complain. But she just lies there and yawns.
I lean close and tell her, You know I respect
and love you. I’d swear she whispers, You’re purrrr-fect!
Roger Armbrust
March 17, 2012
