Red The Cat

The cat comes on little fog feet.
Oh my, plagiarizing seems what this sonnet launches
But those poem lines were so very sweet,
For me it was the line about, "silent haunches".

For do they not on silent haunches sit, these cats we adore?
As they watch our every move, as they ponder and scheme
On silent haunches ready to leap or chase or explore.
And when the haunches uncoil they can defy height, of a leap so extreme.

You would like Red, and he would like you, and this is a given.
He would move you to a world, such that only you and he remained.
He likes to be petted, and you like to pet, a match made in heaven.
He might like you more than me, perhaps you would be more easily trained.

Cleopatra could not even refuse them, down the Nile they floated with Her.
The Nile, cat, Cleopatra and barge. And on the floor of the barge, was there Litter?