Our Cat

Our cat is a social climber,
He climbs everything
That is taller than he is,
Including us.
He eats a dozen times a day
And still maintains
An optimum body weight.
He has three layers of fur
That keep him comfortable
In sub zero temperatures.
He gets immediate attention
Just by lying on his back and
Exposing his furry tummy
To be petted.
He comes and goes as he wishes
By crying pitifully at the door.
We are not his masters,
We are his staff.
And yet we love him
Sooooooooooo much!
When I come back in another lifetime,
I want to be him.

The End

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