On Being A Cat

What is it like,
being a cat?

Would I know thin?

Would I know fat?

What about the difference
between mouse and rat?

 Yes, what is it like, this being a cat?

Things with long tails
scurry about on the ground,
revealing their presence
through movement and sound,
which is especially good when the sound’s from a hound,

For from that sound I’d run

And find me the nearest safe spot in the sun
where I can just lie and watch spider webs spun,
then drift off to sleep to dream of pure fun

Like

 Jumping to high places,
licking other cats’ faces,
& thinking the only thing better than a really good chase is
sniffing up catnip and tossing shoelaces

Until the long lazy hours of daylight are done

 Then comes my best time, the dark vibrant night,
when my claws are as sharp as my nocturnal sight

And then,

just because,

if the feeling is right,

I’d find me a feline and get into a fight
with snarling and scratching and sounds impolite,
until one of us gives up and takes off in fright

 Then it's home to my humans,
to their great delight,
settle down in soft covers
feeling all right,
curling up tight,
having earned my respite

So, what is it like, this being a cat?

 If I were a human, I’d say it’s all that! !