When I Am An Old Cat…
When I am an old cat…
I shall eat only salmon mousse
And cough up hairballs in front of guests.
I shall bathe before the company
And lick between my toes while they watch.
I shall run when they try to pet me
And miss the litter box on purpose
When my human comes home late.
I shall refuse to eat dry kibbles
And hold out for canned fish
So I can whisker-kiss with tuna breath.
I shall look offended when pushed off
Of paperwork or my favorite chair,
And I will ignore being scolded
For leaving tongue grooves in the butter.
But for now I must not dig in house plants
And knock down knick-knacks too often.
I must not nip the children too hard
Or growl too much at the vet.
I must be purr-fect and pretty
And always adorable.
Still every now and then
I must hiss at the dog
And hide when I am called
And spit out my medicine
And act bored with my kitty toys
So my human will not be too surprised
When I become an old and finicky cat.
By Kerry Vincent © 2003
