A cat is mischief incarnate from claws to whiskered nose. He spreads his form indiscriminately whenever and wherever he goes.
19% in his tail; the sweeping fluff of doom. 23% in the wailing cries that wake you in nighttime gloom.
8% in the claws and teeth which teach the unwise to take care. 31% in the legs; carrying him from disasters- he caused- everywhere.
19% in the eyes that direct these ongoing rebuffs of fate: surveying all that smacks of horror in the humans who are always too late.
Knocking things off surfaces, shredding toilette paper, sleeping on clean clothes, racing the hallways at night and the yowling. They are the best and worst roommates; without even considering the litter boxes.