|Not Liked By A Cat
Kahlua the tortoiseshell.
Called by my wife or daughter, she responds,
I'm off her list, not liked except at feeding time,
my looks, my demeanor, what qualities possessed;
I try to give my best, she often strikes at me...
I always am demeaned, never earned her respect.
Is it appearance, my outward presentation, my scent?
Never accepted, I clean her litter box, sweep up,
rejected or attacked, playfully or deliberately,
she either leaves insulted or angrily, bites at me,
is it my disposition, my fault, I constantly fail her test.
When treats are being delivered she knows, sits up,
makes her demands with a selected purr and begs.
Eventually I satisfy her wish, she jumps off the bed,
I've fortified this habitual behaviour, a pleasant miaow,
then asks again, as an umpire she knows the score.
5th August, 2006
Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.