A cat on my legs and one on my lap
A third on my shoulder deep in his nap.
Wiggle fingers or toes? I would not dare!
Surely I'm caught in their needley snare.

Some people feel that cats are quite boring,
Always yawning and stretching and snoring.
But those who think them a big ball of fur,
Just do not know of the magic of purr.

They just don't seem to know that it's soothing
To be victim to a cat's glide-by smoothing,
Or haven't experienced I suppose
A cat's whiskers tickling their nose.

Yes, it costs me an arm and a leg
To feed them each time that they beg.
And there's muddy paw prints on my table
And they shred all the furniture they're able.

I'll admit that I'm often heard griping
When one tries to assist with my typing
Or moves in for a much closer look
As I'm totally engrossed in a book.

But the house would be awfully quiet
Without their occasional riot,
Or their bellows to "Please let me out!"
And their "Hey stop ignoring me" pout.

So as long as I still have my home
My three friends have somewhere to roam,
And dear reader, see here I've confessed
That I really think cats are the best!