Oh, to be a cat! To strut about with confidence,
The feline sprezzatura that would make a courtier blush;
To watch the people race to meet the deadlines of their lives
While keeping my own schedule and be thinking, what’s the rush?
To fumble on my own four feet or tumble off the edge,
Then rise again like nothing happened, looking none the worse;
To never let my feelings show but always be adored,
And rule as stoic emperor of my own universe.
To satisfy myself with snacks and bathing in the sun,
And chase dust bunnies through the house, and sleep twelve hours a day;
Oh, to be a cat! To live a life that’s full of pride,
And if I chance to meet with Death, I’ve nine lives anyway.