She's such a fancy cat
Always sitting regally on my lap
Purring as I stroke her fur
Refined, docile, and so demure.
And I love her company
I often wonder what she'd be
If she were left to run around
Upon the outside ground.
With loving care we give her food
And everything that fits her mood.
would she rather see outside
Where all the other wild reside?
Would she rather stalk the fields
With all the tempting yields,
Just To chase the mice or birds?
I questioned her in that catty way..
And she looked at me as if to say
- "I will be quite contented on your lap
Now let me in so I can nap!
And Let it Snow, so I can show
Just how 'REAGAL' I can BE.."!!
