Warring through the
window,
they are ever so tough
Deftly they manuever
all over your stuff
With picky noses,
they sniff the air
Feline authority
with an ounce of dare
Winding through
your walking legs
a semi-murderous plot
Making you stumble
right on the spot
Open up the door,
then they just look about
Forgetting for what
purpose
they would like to go out
Their preferential taste
for a certain food
Don't blame the felines
for that pristine catitude
Behind the sofa,
you find a little stash
of assorted mice toys,
balls,
lids meant for the trash
Sometimes in the morning
perchance your foot will
fall
upon a small mistake
a mishap of a hairball
Then as you lift Fluffy
gently from your lap
You might walk away
and receive a random slap
All in a day's work
for a small house cat
See if the average canine
can top all that....
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