The Cat

Here he lies
Discreet and wise
with a look of innocence
but I know he is a menace

Soft to the touch
He doesn't bite much
Unless you are me
Then he will bite with glee

Bite and scratch
he is my match
Upon my arm,
Why does he mean me harm?

Marks on my shoulder
him on the vent so I am colder
scratch on my breast,
Him on the comforter so I get no rest

He has his water from a glass
Next he will try to bite my ass
His litter box must be clean
He's not as cute as he seems

Bite, scratch, and hurt
But I must be curt
My heart is sore
Because he loves mom more