Essence of cat

She may be thin and tawny,
or she may be black and fat,
but whether stout or scrawny
She’s the last aristocrat.

She may choose on fish to dine,
or hunt down mouse or rat,
but in essence she’s a feline
and none can alter that.

In the moonlight she may be,
with a choir, singing flat,
or from a tree cry “rescue me”,
the epitome of cat

She may sleep upon your chest,
or she may settle on your mat.
She’s the kitten you’ve been blessed with,
she’s the ragged puddy tat.

She may sit upon your paper,
she may decorate your flat.
Her tail may fluff or taper,
but she’s the quintessential cat