Dear Otis the cat,
You are getting quite fat.

You stick your butt in my face
It is a freaking disgrace.

Your butt is bumpy and bald
On my bed it's installed.

You sit on top of my chair
And unexpectedly chomp on my hair.

You land with a thump
When I tip back your rump.

You like acid jazz
Or trip hop, otherwise known as.

You bliss out on my bed.
I can't tell if you're dead.

At night you scrabble at my door.
I awaken, sigh and and roar.

You sniff at things on my desk,
And inadvertently press ESC.

You smother guests with love
A creeping cat-water-bag from above.

With kids you show patience
Toeing the line at obsequience.

You let us nickname you Lotus.
Thank you for the joy this brrought us.

You have a cute face.
You are a credit to your race.

You don't know what I write
Just that I got up and sit framed by the light.

You are a good cross-cultural cat.
When it comes down to it, that's where it's at.

from rabfish