You sleep here or there, on the couch or bed,
Wherever you wish to, lord of your home.
There is a strange peace in your quiet sleep
That comforts me and makes me want to smile,
Perhaps since you aren’t digging into me
With your claws, demanding my attention.
Though your meow will get my attention
Just as quickly when I am on the bed
And you jump up there, just to startle me
I sometimes think, but of course its your home.
You don’t pay any bills, mind you, just sleep
Like a cat does, with your secretive smile.
I know its there even when you do sleep;
That smug look: you can get my attention
And you know that you can cause me to smile
Just by the odd ways you sleep in my bed.
Even your greeting me into your home
-You know its yours - brings a smile out of me.
It’s not yours, even though you can make me
End up barely on the bed when I sleep
Or stalk the guests as if it was your home
And demand they give you their attention,
Or lie sleeping so I can’t make the bed
But sigh and awaken you with a smile.
Even when I’m sure you’re hiding a smile
Behind that cat arrogance you show me
I’m not going to shove you off the bed,
Just in case your claws decide to make my sleep
More interesting and your attention
Causes me to want to leave my own home.
Of course, that just proves to you it’s your home.
And you sleeping where you wish brings a smile
To my face. You can get our attention
-You have claws and teeth to prove that to me -
And, of course, since it’s where you like to sleep
Most often, you’re sure the bed is your bed.
Since it is your bed, this must me your home.
It’s the place you sleep, so its yours. I smile
When, sleeping on me, you want attention.
