If my cat were a stripper she'd be white
& pristine; soft & hairy little miss who
jumped on my lap on a hot night in July;
claws in my thigh, unforgettable grin;
she knew I was bleeding & wriggled
her tail from beneath digging
in the sharp nails; all the while looking
right at me w/ sparkling sapphire eyes
& just like that she leapt away & disappeared
under the couch where I went in search
of her because I was hooked & wanted
to play; I got the fresh catnip & feather
on a plastic stick w/ tiny tinkling bell;
I was on my knees I swear pressing my ear
to hear her purr; she seemed frightened
when only moments before she had been so bold;
was she afraid I would punish her like the guy
she lived w/ before; god forbid;
she's an angel to me I will love
for all time; she knows I am her sugar-daddy
until she decides to go next door
where a tom lives eating Sheba but no;
if my cat were a stripper she would be loyal
like a ****** turned housewife; grateful
for the warm bed & frequent treats & on
occasion take a place in my lap,
translucent glint in those feline eyes
so unlike every other eye & recall
that Saturday night when we didn't know
each other except at first sight