My neighbour’s cute, furry little cat
is moody, and prefers a decent polite pat.
You aren’t allowed to ruffle her tresses curled,
she is forever complacent and smug in this big cold world.
Impeccably groomed, gracefully beautiful,
she is a coquette with only a few wrinkles!
She doesn’t sleep anywhere, just any table or any chair,
only a cozy lap will do and that too if she’s invited with care.
Her tricky maneuvers defy the law of gravity,
she would easily boast her majestic charm and her suavity.
She is immune to flattery and mostly prefers to purr and whine;
She yawns at your crooning, strides away bored, with a pride I can’t begin to define.
She never bothers to catch a rat or a mouse and that’s her mystery;
drudgery is not for her, you will have to serve if and when she’s hungry.
Rushing to kitchen, I see her licking her paw in poise, without any ado;
she renders a look that says - Yeah I drank the milk and slurped away the cream too!
Do never make a mistake of being angry for she just doesn't care;
In front of your haughty temper, she will coolly pad away with her dainty tail in the air.