Herself is a cat.
No doubt about that.
She purrs and she preens, she’s a feline.
She owns her own pride,
Lives always inside,
Except when she’s up in the tree line.

Herself’s black and small,
Weighs nothing at all,
And yet wields infinite power.
Her humans obey,
Or her humans pay ...
Her displeasure is awfully sour.

Herself is a queen,
You know what I mean.
She says jump, and we wonder “How high?”
She makes a demand,
We know where we stand.
She’s expecting us all to comply.

Herself is a child,
All playful and wild,
Recalling Leonine glory.
She chases the dog,
And frightens the frog,
Make-believing a wonderful story.

Herself is a sook.
She could write a whole book
On all of the ways you can cuddle ...
Up close and warm,
If there’s a storm,
Or just to get out of a muddle.

Herself wields a brain
That’s stunningly sane.
She knows what she wants and she says so.
She sleeps everyday,
Has regular play,
And doesn’t need every new gizmo.

Herself is a saint,
In animal paint,
Teaching us all to relax.
She refuses to stress,
And loves to confess
she’s loving herself to the max.

Herself stole our heart,
Right from the start.
She called us, she knew what she’d done.
She was claiming us back,
The one thing she lacked,
We were hers and she was the one.

Herself loves us all.
She’ll come when we call.
We’re family, her pride, her meow.
It’s our mutual esteem
That makes us all gleam.
We share a full loving Now.

Herself is a gift,
An emotional shift
In accepting the world and all that.
Who’d ever have guessed,
She’d know what was best.
Thank the goodness for our darling cat.