Oh! I spread my love like thick butter
Over words and chocolate and rain –
But it is my somnolent cat that holds my heart,
For reasons obscure and logic arcane.
He toys with my heart in his fluffy, puffy paws,
Hunts it down halls and catches it midair
Commanding, compelling, adorably distinguished –
Mine is an infatuation beyond compare.
I mock his silly antics and his continuous confusion,
Yet for him I never lose respect
For I know that in our household hierarchy
He is the king – I merely a subject.
With an air of pretension and two eyes of pure gold,
He nonchalantly strides through the hallways
I stroke him and I kiss him and in him I confide
Oh! I shall love him always!