The Cat's Meow- my Beast
The Cat’s Meow
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
My Beast asks politely for all he wants,
his vocal offerings are sweet and descriptive.
How complex his thoughts, his needs requested
in such an eloquent way.
After years together we have our routines,
and he more than I must follows them fervently.
Let me out, food now, I’m thirsty and it’s time for pampering,
all requested with polite and succinct language.
Needs are presented in short distinct vocal requests,
repeated consistently and loudly if not attended.
That mournful meow becoming life-and-death by the second,
ensues until the desired outcome is reached.
Wants are truly another thing, a sacrifice of dignity,
a task of immeasurable application and commitment.
One repeated request could be- I need you outside with me,
to share the day, to follow my every move, to pamper me, now.
Should I not attend my dear friend,
he will stand before me with those eyes, wide and pleading.
That meow that could wake the dead resounds incessantly,
relentlessly until I relent, and do my duty.
After inspecting the yard and smelling what needs to be smelt,
it is time for the tummy rub, in the sun, on the grass.
It is a long and carefully planned exercise,
and if no executed properly, will have to be done again.
Should I leave prematurely, I will be chased and captured,
front legs wrapped tightly around my leg,
with or without claws, dependant on the seriousness of my crime.
I have no choice but to surrender and make amends.
After rolling around and tummy rubbed to a great extent,
my Beast is appeased and I am freed for the day,
or at least until my specialised services are required.
I am blessed indeed to have a life so ordered and responsible.