Also an early one
The cuddly cat, his purr sounds lovely,
his fur is soft like cashmere,
his demeanor is milk chocolate sweetness,
his actions are slow and patient like the tortoise,
he lays in the chair alone, waiting... anticipating your arrival, overlooked,
he often gets sat on.
Because he’s always there.
The dog across the street looks like a withered baseball glove,
rivers of drool flow freely from his mouth,
without any regard to his masters he free’s himself from his cage every full moon night,
to wreak havoc on the neighborhood trash cans,
he barks incessantly,
the cat shutters at the sound... yet it stills draws him to his window stoop, to peer in envy,
The cuddly cat sits bewildered and ponders,
‘Why do the small children laugh and play with this mindless beast through the shiny fence... to be a dog, what would that be like?’