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Why Own A Cat?

There's a danger you know.
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger
One cat is not trouble, and two are so funny,
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey
The fifth is delightful, the sixth ones's a breeze.
You find you can live with a houseful, with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but Oh Lord, the hair!
With cats on the sofa and cats on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, its no bother, you said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more cat and one more little crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.
The floor is all footprints, the furniture's dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a kitten, you can always find room.
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the cats you can add
the thought of a cutback, sure makes you feel sad.
Each one is special, so useful, so funny,
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other cat folks, who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died and your shrubs are dead, too.
Your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's cat food and vitamins, grooming and shots
And entries and travel and motels, which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite comes up and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the kittens in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the cats on the sofa, who refuse to get up.
The cats and the cat shows, the travel, the thrills
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The Whole thing seems worth it, the cats are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your lifestyle has changed, things just won't be the same.
Yes, those cats are addictive and so's the cat game!

~Author Unknown~

If I had a poetic bone in my body, I could have wrote this! Perhaps not, anyway, I wish I knew who the real author was so I could give proper credit.

One more! This is too cute not to share.

Politically Correct Terms for Cat Owners

• My cat does not barf hairballs; she is a floor/rug redecorator.
• My cat does not break things; she helps gravity do its job.
• My cat does not gobble, she eats with alacrity.
• My cat does not scratch; she is a furniture/rug/skin ventilator.
• My cat is not a "shedding machine"; she is a hair relocation stylist.
• My cat is not a chatterbox, she is advising me on what to do next.
• My cat is not a dope addict, she is catnip appreciative.
• My cat is not a ruthless hunter; she is a wildlife control expert.
• My cat is not evil, she is badness enhanced.
• My cat is not fat, she is mass enhanced.
• My cat is not hydrophobic; she has an inability to appreciate moisture.
• My cat is not underfoot, she is shepherding me to my next destination (which should always be the food dish).