On a mildly focused very hot day,

a breeze might take some of me away

leaving a blurry version behind

as I learn to let my chair recline

This listless puddle that now is me

feels flexible on identity

as my Cat enters speaking on the matter

sharing his truth through mystical chatter

He’ll allow me to daly with musings today,

but wants me to know he has the last say:

“Haze your hot days away if you will,

but don’t forget this whippoorwill”

He beckons supreme as the house diplomat

according to him I’m just another cat,

but not only that, through rain, heat or snow,

I am His Cat—- that’s all I need to know!