You Can’t Contain Me

I want to be a cat.

I eat whenever I want, basically, whereas the dogs have their meals measured out.

I own the house.

If anyone tries to contain me, I will fight back.

I can fit into small spaces.

I will not stay in the house, unless I want to.

I will go anywhere, anytime, whenever I want to.

Sleep when I want to.

Wake when I want to.

And when I’m in the mood,

I will sit on my pets’ heads.

They think I am their pet, and them my owners.

They are wrong.

I own them.

And I will dance between their legs.

I will paw at their clothes.

I will sleep on their beds.

And they cannot stop me.

For I am a cat.

And I always win.