NAPOWRIMO - 11 April 2006 - Meows and Purrs

You would spank my butt
and call me a killer,
when I bring you gifts.
And I would save you some feathers
on my whiskers instead.
When I rub them on your feet,
you would nudge me off in protest.
And I would sulk
with my oriental eyes,
which never fail to fluff you up
and give me a hug.

I would sometimes irritate you
when I roll on muddy grass
and perfume my coat with dirt.
You would wrinkle your nose
and soak me in a bath.
And I would scream
and try to wriggle free
but you would whack me
on my nose to silent me.

You would push me
off the table when I eye
your juicy steak with wicked sins,
and feed me fish instead.
Well, I guess as long as we know
each other well enough,
it doesn't matter
if my meows are just meows
and purrs just purrs to you,
they just mean I love you.