The Cat's Intent
The Cat’s Intent
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
My cat does tell me when I’m wrong,
his cries intense, his intent no song.
He bullies me relentlessly
to guide me into right,
my obvious inability,
an annoying oversight.
He’s been patient and silent,
and watching my every move,
but now I’ve just gone way too far,
and he must now intrude.
Opening and closing doors
has always been no trouble,
but somehow I’ve just lost the will
and his annoyance double.
He thought he’d trained me well enough
but now it seems not so,
my position now on shaky ground,
my affection somehow old.
He’ll put up with it upon my lap
as long as I stay still,
but if I move just rearrange
his claws come out at will.
But when I stand, be resolute
and countermand his will,
the door stays shut and he is up
and whining at me still.
Until I make apologies
and open up that door,
He’ll turn and give the shoulder,
abstain and purr no more.
I have to learn this house is his ,
tolerated me his household whiz.
Without my commitment to service make,
my employment as slave became a mistake.
I guess for peace and harmonious will,
I’ll open the door with no feelings ill.
At least he loves when I’m good,
and cuddles fine and understood.