Critical Cat

My cat keeps walking, or strutting,

All over my book

Puncturing my jottings, my writing

He doesn't care to look -

He can't read - he's a cat.

He doesn't even like me that much

But for now he wants my undivided attention

Well instead he's got a mention.

I wonder, will paper thin poetic immortality

Affect his nine lifetimes guarantee?

As I push him off the book

He flicks me a prehistoric look.

We never could be friends,

But you might have learned so much.