If Cats were productive
instead of being lazy buggers,
They’d clean their own litter box,
and be adept with a whisk broom.
Instead of drowsing in speckled sunlight,
they’d be typing out a best seller
about finding a spiritual path
through coughing up hairballs.
Time spent draped across a lap
could be better spent
indexing numbers of spiders caught
versus spiders too high to reach,
and researching ways to climb ever higher.
Now THAT would be a noble task!
And truly, why DO cats need to sleep so much?
Couldn’t they conduct a mouse orchestra,
with sharp swift swoops of their tail?