Mysterious cat-what are you thinking with your inscrutable eyes?
I know you-your moods, your antics are plain for all to see, but what does all of that mean to you?

How do you see the world-differently than I do I'm sure.  Your friends race around the house with you jumping over cliffs of furniture, sliding on slippery floors, you tussle, wrestle, pounce and run away again-you climb as high as you can go until the ceiling stops you and jump down to land softly on the upholstered chair-tail swishing in anticipation of yet more fun.  You crouch down-back end wiggling showing your intent and then you are off to tussle again.

Your life inside is one of comfort and ease-nothing to really hunt except for indulgent humans and your fellow cats-an occasional mouse or lizard and all of your toys.  You gaze out the window-box with other cats who are outside of your enclosed world and then go off to snooze the day away. 

Night is when you prowl the house for intruders-you proudly show off your kills placing them where I can't miss seeing them-woe to any creature that comes into the house-bug, mouse, or anything else-you relentlessly hunt it until you catch and kill it-this is your domain-you don't eat your prey-it is a prize to share to show your prowess.

Affectionately you breathe into my ear, tickle me with your whiskers, knead my body, purr very loudly if I don't reapond, you nip me-it is time for me to get up and you mean for me to do it now-I obey my cats-they own me.