Single Again and on the Prowl

A marbled cat sat smugly in my chair
like a sentry guarding a royal throne or tomb.
He graced me with a curt and snobbish stare,
and willed me silently to leave his room.
My cat reclined and laved his silken fur,
as I strove to court him with tidy repartee,
and wit, so I might gain a pleasing purr,
but this cat's discerning taste excluded me.
Morning light played out across the floor,
and the cat pretended not to be disturbed,
as he watched the light recede behind the door,
I foolishly hoped that he would be perturbed.
The cat continued not to see me there,
so I kicked his snooty butt out of the chair.

          SHANNAN KAIN