Self Portrait Poem

A Cat’s Perspectives on Life: A Self Portrait Poem
She chose me when I was but more than a kitten,
And she was about the same.
I entered into a strange new land,
And I still love her – that, at least, has not changed.

I have watched her since then.
I’ve seen friends come and go.
She has changed and grown so much,
And who but I could know.

She is the one who hears me,
When my claws dig at the back door.
Her kindness is overwhelming,
I mean, what else are owners supposed to be for?

She, of course, gets angry and irritable,
Especially when her brother says that things are unfair,
But of course this means nothing to me,
For frustrated human affairs I have no care.

Her schoolwork tends to annoy her,
And stress sometimes leads to tears,
But she need not fear her physics,
When she has me - for comfort - near.

She has good friends, who like her,
And who pay attention to me.
When they are around and she is too,
I know that I need not flee.

Her family has endless conversations,
From complex schedules to honeybees.
Sometimes she laughs very hard,
Depending on where the conversation leads.

Endless nights she can be found,
No matter how late it’s gotten to,
Deeply engrossed in any book,
Whether it is an old reread or brand new.

Through all of her young life,
She’s had character traits and flaws,
But as long as she pays more attention to me,
I need not use my claws.