She glides across the room to choose a chair;
the red one is her favorite, no doubt.
She gingerly sits down then smoothes her hair.
The good life comes to those who have the clout.
She watches sunlight shapes then gives a nod.
A nap before her dinner won't seem odd.
She wakes and hears the bustle in the house.
She yawns, then stands to stretch her body tall
it's time to greet the woman and her spouse.
She bounds across the room into the hall.
A soft “meow, please pet me now”, Jet knows
the woman can't resist. Her grace, her jet
black hair and orange eyes, she's svelte and oh,
so sleek. She stalks just like a tiger and
she's wise to dangers lurking, hide and seek.
Yes, Jet, you have the good life, so it seems;
the birds, and leaves, the squirrels you chase abound.
But don't get cozy with your kitty dreams;
the neighbors just brought home their newest hound!
