You have found it and now it's your turn
To take care of it
Who knows maybe it will purr because of that
It comes and goes
Whenever it wants to
It lolls between your sheets
Smooth flannel
It plays with its prey
Never goes with the crowd, it does not simply obey
It counts your mice and kills them quietly and thoroughly
No, it will never belong to you
But you like to pet it
And it knows that for sure
Meow
It claws into your cushions and sits enthroned arrogantly
It eats you out of house and home
But never eats from your hand
If you want to catch, it snarls
Don't touch me
If you really have no time for it
It sneaks up
It falls down on its paws
It does not play acording to not, it bristles
You can't lead it and not tame it either
It does not obey