I pat my cat with a cotton bat till he purrs with all his might.  He quacks like a duck, he is such a suck but he won’t let me tuck him in at night.  All things considered, he is not like a bird, nor a car, nor a train, nor a truck.  He likes flying things but with flapping wings, so he’s not very fond of aero planes but he likes to sit for a bit on the sill and look about the window panes.  He’s an indoor cat; it’s a very large cage.  I stay with him there and play with him there unless I’ve got something better to do.  Come to think of it, and I’m sure my cat would agree, that there is not very much that is better than sitting and playing with a cat all day.  All the things of this life, the toil and the strife, the books and the bars and the fascination with cars don’t amount to too much when it comes to that according to the world view of my cat.  I actually have two cats and they are both of the opinion that their needs come first and most of the time I cannot but agree.  Sometimes I think that my needs come first and don’t know what to do.  Sometimes my cats’ needs and mine are one and the same or at least they convince me that this is true.  They make me laugh and smile with joy.  They like to play with a string or a toy.  They fight each other but only pretend and finally sleep tight and close to each other at the of the night.

~ Bob Zaboo