On being feline

A cat decides and never abides while sometimes it hides and other times strides

Searching around to see what its found I discern the faint squeak of a “mouseylike” sound

In the night it appears something’s amiss but when I investigate there could be a hiss

Daylight brings the sleep to its eyes and all that occurs can’t get it to rise

And those dreaded disappearing times leaving me wondering where on earth has he climbed

There’s nothing dependable or steadfast I sense but he’s truly my friend and our bound is immense

This cats not a dog I know of them too but I’m not disappointed as he’ll never chew on my shoe

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