Blanket Cat

The blanket cat knows all the soft places A bed and its quilts, your lap she graces; The cashmere sweater, discarded when stuffy, The Poodle, now clean and dried until fluffy, A flannel shirt, or warm basket of clothes There are lots more, the blanket cat knows; Like the dresser drawer full of soft fluffy hose. A blanket cat knows the right places to be: Atop a visitor’s black clad knee; Under foot, of course when Mom’s in a flurry; Yowling loudly to be fed in a hurry; Planning just when and where to alight To keep her people in constant flight These are the things that a Blanket Cat likes. A Blanket Cat knows all the warm places to stay A new quilt on the bed is much better than hay, The heating pad, unattended, the patch of sunlight That creeps across the living room rug is just right. The floor in front of the refrigerator Approaches the warmth at the equator; Her purr is more vocal than the greatest commentator. The blanket cat knows just when to sleep; In the afternoon she has no appointments to keep So she wakes you rudely at 2AM for a pet, And stroll to the door, and act the coquette, And out she will go, an adventure to partake Her plans for the night: a heart she will break Don’t disturb her rest, for heavens sake! A Blanket Cat know what mischief to plan Onto the counter and licking the pan That holds the Thanksgiving Turkey, before its been carved. Your Mother-in-law sees and swallows real hard. And the cat, having been established as Lord walks away waving his tail, quite bored Thinking about his next act of discord. But the Blanket Cat also knows the best times to cuddle When your blue, down on your luck or stuck in a muddle. There on your lap she will knead and purr, Claws sticking you like little sharp burrs. A vibrating bundle of wisdom, love and concern Telling you that the world will still turn And no matter what, her love for you will still burn.