Their tiny noses, their little peets,
the excitement caused when I say “Treats?”
Their big black eyes, so hopeful, sweet,
impatiently waiting upon their seats.
The way they nibble, the way they nip,
the way they’re happy just having a kip
The way they drink, such little sips,
the cute water-beard below their lips.
Their little pawsies, their bendy ears,
the way they manage all my fears.
How do they know to dry my tears?
I’ll love them all for all their years.
Their fluffy bellies — they’re one big trap,
if I go to touch them it’s bap! Bap! Bap! Bap!
They fend me off with the gentlest of taps,
then saunter on off for another catnap.
Their gentle natures, the way they play.
They never fail to make my day.
Their deepest purrs send pains away,
they always know — I don’t have to say.
When they’re on zoomies, when they attack,
the claws come out — best watch your back!
In this mode they’ll give a whack, but
that can all change with a peek of a snack.
Do you have food?! Then they’re good as gold,
all lined up waiting — a sight to behold.
Tails are a-twitching and one may be bold,
sneaks a paw forward until they are told.
Cats are like magic, for those they adore,
they love the scritches and always want more.
They’ll roll for them, chirping, across the floor,
their purr for them deepens, flows right from the core.
My cats are my saviours, there’s no point denying.
They’re why I’m still here and why I keep trying.
Some say ‘they don’t feel’ but they would be lying,
’cause each day I wake to find my four cats smiling.
They’re sensitive, loving, playful and sweet,
they love a good play-fight, so cover your feet.
They’re gorgeous, the best cats I ever did meet.
My babies, I love you, you all are elite.