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What is it like, being a cat?
Would I know thin?
Would I know fat?
What about the difference
Between mouse and rat?
Yes, what is it like,
this being a cat?

Things with long tails scurry about on the ground,
Revealing their presence through movement and sound,
Which is especially good when the sound's from a hound,
For from that sound I'd run,

Find me the nearest safe spot in the sun
Where I could just lie and watch spider webs spun,
Drift off to sleep and dream of pure fun

Like

Jumping to high places,
Licking other cats' faces,
& thinking the only thing better
Than a really good chase is
Sniffing up catnip and tossing shoelaces

Until the long
lazy hours of daylight are done.

Then comes my best time,
The dark vibrant night,
When my claws are as sharp
As my nocturnal sight

And then,

Just because,

If the feeling is right,
I'd find me a feline and get into a fight
With snarling and scratching,
And sounds impolite,
‘Til one of us gives up
and takes off in fright.

Then it's home to my humans,
To their great delight,
Settle down in soft covers
Feeling all right,
Curling up tight,
Having earned my respite.

So, what is it like,
This being a cat?
If I were a human,
I'd say it's all that! !