Moses, Our Cat

I have a special ‘puss and boots’; he is so debonair,
He has distinctive gold –green eyes which have a special stare,
He’ll look at you; connect with you like Solomon the wise,
And anyone who sees him says “You have such ‘knowing’ eyes.”

A silver tabby cat is he with black and silver stripes,
And little white his mittens when cleans himself or wipes-
His mouth and ears they look like little napkins that he holds,
He’s older now and ‘talks’ much more it sounds as if he scolds.

Yes he will scold when bowl of food is empty; oh you’ll hear,
For he’s a big old fatty cat who loves his food so dear,
He was so big that when he sat he looked just like a ball,
We’d laugh at him; he’d turn and stare to make us feel quite small.

And one more thing he likes to do is lay right on his back,
Displaying underbelly and the etiquette he lacks,
My wife will say, “Now Moses that is really not polite.”
But does he care? Not one wee bit; it is his pure delight.

Peter Lowell Paulson
April 24, 2011