I’m sorry, but I feel that I do not belong;
Of course, I’m hoping—really hoping—that I’m wrong.
You seem to be a nice group—easy enough to please,
And I could get quite used to loving care, with ease.
But, being who I am, I don’t like being fooled,
So first I must make sure my chin’s not being pulled.
Of course, I think it’s obvious…I like warm milk,
And I love being groomed—my fur made feel like silk.
Oh yes, in most respects, I’m given a free reign;
And even when I’m where I shouldn’t be, no strain.
You seem to know about my curiosity,
And that is good, because, of course, I’m being Me!
You’ve also found out something else—I like to nap;
And I have found I like to do it on a lap.
What am I saying? I should look at what I’ve found!
All the above says one thing—I will stick around!
© Richard Williams