Ailurophilia

By luigi_pagano

Tue, 26 Jan 2021
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Each of us thinks our cat is the best.
Even though forever in need of a rest
(a shortcoming inherent to its nature)
we are very fond of this lazy creature.
 
On a warm lap it will easily snuggle
and welcome an affectionate cuddle.
It takes for granted that we will drool
over its cuteness and thinks it's cool.
 
As often as not we overfeed the beast
not realising that enough is a feast.
We should leave it to its own devices,
to get its own food as the need arises.
 
Its constant mew won't let you forget
that this feline is your favourite pet.
Tickle its tummy and stroke its soft fur
to hear a contented, appreciative purr.
 
It will ask to come in, then to go out;
knows what it wants, there's no doubt.
With its peculiarity you can't get cross;
you are a subaltern and it is the boss.
 
You are used to it, you know the score:
you mustn't neglect the pussy you adore.
The more you pamper this little treasure,
the more you'll derive hours of pleasure.
 
 
© Luigi Pagano 2021
Certificate U
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Submitted by airyfairy on

What a lovely picture!  Non cat lovers are often mystified about our devotion to our mogs, cats being so contrary and willful and downright awkward a lot of the time.  I think your picture answers the question!  

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Thanks, Jane, I see that you are an inveterate mogster like me! wink

Best, Luigi x