Floofa Loofa

A guest in fur

That does so purr

It saunters when it walks

Fast like a blur

Then still, not stir,

It's prey it carefully stalks

It has a coat

It shines, to gloat

With mittens on its socks

It chirps a note

Reverbs its throat

To us, they do so talk

Though covered in fluff

They are so tough

A predator in disguise

They do not ruff

They strut their stuff

Forward, front-facing eyes

They will so climb

A tree they find

To claim all their land

They sleep most times

Till nighttime

Then hunt for prey as planned

They hunt for mice

Then play, not nice

To toy with their food

They're skilled, precise

They exercise

Their hunting skills, they're good

If you give a treat

They'll take a seat

And loaf upon your lap

Yes, though it's neat

And very sweet

You're stuck to take a nap

They lick their paws

Sharpen their claws

They love to take self care

They respond to names

And they love some games

They're more than just aware

If you're alone

Just in your home

They follow from room-to-room

They like to roam

But stay in your zone

They follow, zip and zoom

They rub their head

Their scent, they spread

You're marked as their domain

Though words aren't said

Their fur is shed

Their love, it still remains

Not just food they ate

Not just their plates

They want to see you too

They sit and wait

Right at the gate

Hoping for you to walk through

Their eyes are wide

Their time, they bide

They'll loaf upon a mat

They play and hide

They have much pride

For they are the cats