I’ve got a lot in common with my cat.
It’s more than we’re both getting old and fat.
Now he sleeps with my wife as I go about my life,
caught in a nowhere betwixt this and that.
While oftentimes we slouch, entangled on the couch,
there are times we don’t engage for hours.
He doesn’t like the rain, or my arthritis pain.
Neither one of us think much of baths or showers.
I sweep his hair off the floor
once a month and not much more.
All the clothing in the house looks like angora.
With the white hair on our faces,
we go many the same places.
He’s my fave of all fauna and flora.