Did you see the way that cat looked at me?  Do you think she knows what I'm thinking?  There's something akin to human about that feline's stare! 

Or is she made in such a way...God has her thinking..."What are you looking at, I do declare?"

 The puddled jelly filled with colors...bless me as I look into; the most  mysterious and wise set of eyes that my own have ever studied or grabbed a stolen glance to preview. 

 The cats I've owned [or did they own me?] they all learned to talk!  Not fluently but  quite enough...to make a friend or two stand still, and ask me.."Did you hear that too?!!"

 My cat can talk, she said my name; she could probably say yours too.  Oh Snoopy, oh Sabrina, oh Cleo and Chong; to a house they all have ruled, all these have once belonged. 

 Unless you've lived in furlined domicles; as a servant to one or even a few...I don't expect you to appreciate the meaning or the writing of sonnets about a beloved cat's milieu.