Cat

He is a great big long-haired loving cat,

Maine Coon is his breed.

Worshiped in Egypt, so they say.

A noble creature indeed.

Luxurious fur and mighty tail,

Handsome whiskers, paws and claws,

Gorgeous coat and silent walk,

Forever in and out of doors.

He doesn’t like loud noises,

He’s really not a fan.

He hides beneath the sofa.

And he hates the mower man!

He proudly goes by the name of ‘Rain’,

But a subtle problem lies within,

For when we call him in the garden,

Neighbours rush out to bring their washing in.

Banging into ankles in the kitchen,

Always tripping over him,

Giving meows of near starvation,

Then eating food on a whim.

Settling down in the evening,

Curling on my loved one’s lap.

TV news reports go by unseen

While they both take a nap.

Sometimes, when I’m most in need,

He settles on my patio chair.

We have an understanding.

I can use it when he’s not there.

All in all, he’s a good old mate,

While with some things he tends to lack,

I often express my views on things,

And he never answers back!

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