Why is this Cat so strange?
Why does it happen to act goofy?
Why does it perch and lounge in the most inconvenient locations?
This Sphynx Cat I’m referring to.
The one who has rested on the cat-tree,
The one who is awaiting attention and pats.
Who is staring ahead with its wedge-shaped head and lemon shaped eyes,
The cat that is laying down with its wrinkly skin and whiplike tail,
Who is meowing for attention.
Now he rises to lick himself clean,
Now he jumps off the cat-tree and skedaddles away.
I don’t exactly know why and how this cat’s breed came to exist,
I do know that this cat has rather strange habits.
I would wish to know why this cat acts this way,
Why it demands pats,
Why it messes with random feathers it finds around the house,
Or why this cat always lurks within blankets and pillows.
All that I know is that I’m writing a random poem about it.
Zak
