Feline impediments to a Sunday nap
Two cats recline upon my chest;
One looketh east, one looketh west.
One points the end that looketh south
Toward the end where ith my mouth.
When one cat stirs, the other growls;
The first one hisses through his jowls.
I try again to close my eyes
And hope they reach a compromise.
Instead, the two begin to circle
To better make my surface workle.
They treat me as (this makes me sore)
Floor model in a mattress store.
These two, I note, we treat as brothers
And as for cats, we have had others;
But male or female, expensive or free,
All seem to lie on top of me. – Con Chapman