Purrasite

I don’t have a cat, but then
Who does? I mean, remember when
Your cat retrieved your missing shoe
Or frightened off that thief for you?
Of course you don’t. That wouldn’t happen.
You’re the one whose flat they crap in
And the sap who slops the trough.
When you’re no further use, they’re off.
Deny it all you like, it’s true:
It’s not your cat; the cat has you.
(Now feed ’em, then go sift their poo.)