Tail hanging over the edge, that cat sleeps.
His whiskers twitch, he seems so serene.
He eats, he sleeps, he craps, he scratches.
That's his life. Listening with senses so keen.
He does not care if you're gay or straight
Or if you're poor or rich or christian or wiccan.
And the only thing this friend wants from you
Is food, shelter, and to be loved like kin.
And perhaps to be deflea-ed now and again.