Spoilt Rotten Fat Cat

He sits in my chair so very smug,
undisturbed by me or anyone else who
has the audacity to breathe the same air.
A lovely comfy chair it was, damask covered,
but I guess he thought it would look better
with a few hundred threads
hanging from it.
I bought him the top of the line in
scratching post it now holds up a Boston Fern,
hopefully this one will last longer than the
other two that turned brown and died.
Too much fertilizer the man said,
yeah right, I know exactly what went into
that potting soil and it wasn't
plant food.
He thinks that because I live in his house
I should be at his beck and call at times
day or night he will not stop pawing and whining
until his demands are met, and they are,
always!
These days I am obliged to offer him
the finest of cuisine, that is not to say
he will eat it as it seems his tastes
change with his demeamor.
I thought cats ate mice and birds
and chased butterflies,
I thought they were independent,
not him, spoilt rotten he is!
Getting him to the vets was the worst
ordeal I have ever experience,
The portable cat carrier, what a joke,
I needed seven stitches in my arm
after that fiasco, then he acted like he
hated me for a week,growling and hissing
and running under the bed every time
he saw me.
Needless to say, the vet now makes
expensive house calls and I dont think
he likes coming here at all.
anyone would think he was taming a vulture
if they saw those elbow length protective
gloves he has to wear.
I thought the darn cat was just pouting
when he stopped eating, I tried to
make friends with him so I fed him a little
poached salmon and tender chicken breast,
low and behold, now he wont eat anything else.
He better get this through his head
I can't afford this stuff every day
and when poverty comes in the door,
love flies out the window.
Gratitude is not in his nature.
I found him under a dumpster some years ago
mewing pitifully, starving, a bag of bones
and to weak to stand up.
Even then, when I picked him up and saved
his life, he fluffed his fur and spit at me.
I hope he's proud of himself for the changes
he's made in my life, he sure looks like he is!
Sometimes I think I see a smile on his face
but I know its just a sneer.
I guess I'm a cat person now,
I look forward to seeing him when I get home,
though he doesn't much care for me
invading his space,
he'll get use to it
I did.