If I Were A Cat

If I Were A Cat

If I were a cat,
I am pretty sure I’d be black.
Maybe with one white paw.

My name would be Zeeda.
I think I’d be happy, unless I had a bad owner,
Then I would eat them when they were asleep.

If I were a cat,
I may fall in the toilet, because I don’t like litter at all.

If I were a cat,
I’d purr all the time,
as I watched lizards through the window.

If I were a cat,
I would like to stare at my owner all day,
it would creep them out,
they would wonder what I was thinking.

I think I would meow,
all of a sudden, and spaz a little bit.
My owner would freak and I would turn my head as if nothing.

If I were a cat,
I’d like to pounce and leap all around the house,
I don’t think I would want to go outside,
but I would pretend that I did.

If I were a cat,
I think I just might lie around all day,
thinking my thoughts, dreaming my dreams,
and having a clean some time.

I’d own the house, and would walk about,
with my tail in the air, slightly curved at the end.
I’d get what I want, cause I’d rub and I’d nudge
and I would look up with my sparkly eyes.

If I were a cat,
I would be kind of snub,
but I know that I would love my owner deeply.
I’d sit on their lap and headbutt their hand until I got a pet.

If I were a cat,
I suppose I wouldn’t be much different,
than I already am.

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