… by the whims
of a cat or cats,
stealing ham slices
scratching furniture
yowling, hissing
failing to cover poop
demanding dinner at five
batting at my hand
     as I pen this poem
pawing at my head
     when I want to stay abed.
Even though they pose,
gorgeous in calico
and gray-striped suits,
superior, enigmatic, purring
I will not be ruled.