The noise and the heat
are enough to ruin my day,
under this fur I swelter
and you expect me to play!
Perhaps another family
has heard of central air
and understands the pain
of mixing heat with long hair.
I can’t move an inch,
in this desert that’s so dry.
Oh, you have a fish?
Well, I guess I could try.
Meow, meow, MEOW!
Oh, do you hear me now?
The sun is rising,
Heathen, wake up!
Every morning is the same.
Really, this is no time for
sleep.
Dawn is breaking so get your
ass out of bed.
Yes, it’s time for breakfast.
Hunter on the prowl,
invisible to the prey;
playing God today.
I think you are mistaken,
and I’d better set you right,
just because I demand adoration
doesn’t mean to hold me tight.
You are surely incorrect
in assuming I want a kiss;
what I demand is respect
and in return you get a hiss.
In one way you are not wrong
since fish are what I crave,
so keep the dish full for so long
and remember you’re my slave.
Another day of gray
awaits the world outside
but my bed remains warm
and the purrfect place to hide.
So keep the noise down
and all will be just fine
since a bed is all I need
to sleep rain or shine.
The seasons change
and so does my coat,
leaving you to drown
in this hair filled moat.
Just try to kiss me
and you will find
a beard of fur
is quite divine.
Lost is one thing
that I will never be
since I leave in my wake
little pieces of me.
I know something is wrong,
I can tell from the tears
that seep into my fur,
that much is clear.
I know someone is missing,
though not where he’s gone
and I know that I miss him
but tomorrow’s a new dawn.
I know why the tears are shed
and I’ll allow them for now.
My fur can dry your tears
while I cry out, meow.
So I’m gonna’ eat you
Like I’m gonna’ lose you
I’m gonna’ hold you
Like you’re running away
Wherever you’re standing
I won’t take you for granted
’cause I’ll never know when
When I’ll run out of mice
–
Ferocious,
Elegant,
Lithe,
Intelligent,
Nuanced,
Evil.
I groom and I groom
but will I ever be clean?
How can this job be finished
since I must look like a queen?
Being a feline is not easy
since the work is never done.
But I’ll look good doing it
even if the work is no fun.
Autumn Siders 