Deaf as a post and warm as toast
One brain cell all alone
Eats like a horse but won’t touch hay
Screams and screams and screams all day
Always there, never gone
On my lap a huge great yawn
Wriggles and shuffles all the time
Purring with a voice sublime
She’s my friend, companion
Always there, never gone
On the sofa, on the bed
Even sleeps upon my head
Rules the roost, she’s in charge
Her presence is by and large
All encompassing, not a scourge
Her love for me does not submerge
My love for her, we are well matched
Grumpy, stubborn and old farts
The day will come when we will part
But till then we both are stuck
With each other, sod the luck
She screams, I shout, she ignores; I pout
She leaves me “presents” throughout the house
Ignores her dirt box and newspaper
And struts about like a crusader
Proud and feline, graceful too
And every day we start anew
The battle of cat, and man, and poo
Small in body, large in presence
Cat completely in her essence
Needs me when she is cold
Or hungry, or just feeling old
My old Pussy is a pain
But love for me she doesn’t feign
And when she sits and looks at me
With eyes so blue and face so dark
I know that soon we will embark
Upon another Pussy lark
To see who is superior, who is in charge
Whose territory will be enlarged
I lose each time we pit our wits
She has me beaten I will admit
But deep down I don’t mind
Cat is superior to mankind
Faithful, true and ever loving
Never taking, always giving
My old Pussy is the best
I feel quite humble, even blessed
That she would want to stay with me
Through all the years I must agree
We go together like a pair
Of bookends beyond compare
I love my Pussy, she loves me
There’s just the two of us you see
But why, oh why, oh why does she
Wind me up so easily?
Angus
