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By engaging in
A vigorous fur massage
In the sun, that’s how.
His royal highness would much prefer to be brushed while he ate canned cat food. Or better yet…tiny pieces of chicken liver arranged in the middle of a platter. 🙂
I’d like to think I top that due to the fact that I’m a wild olive tree my forever home is mother’s green earth as wild and green as my eyes knowing once I came I would never leave her beauty of wild domain in sync with her we are one for infinity and beyond wild and free green earth is nature’s plush bed I’ll forever sweetly lay my head……
A cat would prefer that it be topped with salmon…or cheese…or perhaps a flurry of diced chicken livers. Cats are like that. 🙂
He’s quite the territorial type. He’s presently sleeping next to his food bowl on his kitchen counter. 🙂
I love this poem. Perfect way to describe a cat. We have two, and they are definitely masters over the humans.
Yep. All us cat “owners” know who rules the house. 🙂
We wouldn’t have it any other way.
great haiku, thats a big cat
He’s around a yard long from head to tail. He and his brother know they own the place. 🙂
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