Ode to My Cats

Her ice blue eyes stare
back at me as I tell her
the wonders of the world.
She is the only one who
will listen as I vent my frustrations.
She won't say a word,
but I know she understands me perfectly.
When I'm bored, I like to
watch as she sleeps,
not a care in the world.
I love to run my fingers through her hair,
its silky softness my treasure.
She is my best friend,
she is my cat.

He has two different colored eyes,
one piercing blue,
the other a darkened brown.
He has quick little claws
that attack out of nowhere,
making you bleed.
You're angry,
but then he pouts
and gives a sweet, little innocent look
and you can't help but forgive him.
He whines until you play with him
and then he attacks again.
It's a neverending cycle of forgiveness and pain.
But you wouldn't give it up for anything
because he will always be your little twerp.

Miz Lila
She likes to sit in the shade of the afternoon sun,
basking in the peace and quiet.
She takes slow lazy walks
around the house,
peaking into each room as she goes.
She never fusses, never whines,
she is as easygoing as they come.
She smiles a demure little smile
that seems to brighten the room.
She's a breathe of fresh air
and everyone adores her.

El Bandito
He likes to keep you on your toes,
you never know when he might jump out at you.
He zips up and down the halls,
never stopping,
even when he plows right into you.
He's always whining, always in your face,
demanding that you pay attention to him.
He doesn't smile, it's more of a smirk,
as he waits to attack.
He's a menace and a terror,
everyone can't wait to get away.

T. Rex vs Raptor
It's a battle of the titans
when they go at it.
The big, looming, older animal
vs.
the wily, quick, smaller animal.
He attacks first,
jumping onto her back,
claws digging in.
She swings her body around,
trying to knock him off.
He lets go
and attacks from the front now,
bitting at her feet.
She swings her mighty paw,
brushing him aside.
Snarls pierce the air,
as they circle each other.
Then one slinks off,
deciding the battle is not worth it today.

The Good O'l Times
I remember the good o'l times,
back when we had more cats,
before we had to give them away.
I got to keep Lilac
because she was my baby
and I knew I couldn't live without her.
Back then we were inseparable,
always cuddled together
on a bed, couch or chair.
But that was before,
before the new cat
that now takes over.
Now, now I think she's afraid of me,
she flinches when I reach to pet her.
She never did that before.
She never comes in my room anymore,
that other cat is always here.
Every time I try to get her alone
that other cat comes barging in
and scares her away.
I miss her.
I wish it was back to the good o'l days,
when she was my baby.