The Cat Hotel
Sometimes I walk to Mission and De La Vina
To visit my feline friends at the Cat Hotel.
They are always there waiting for me, purring,
Furry, ready to rub and mark their territory.
The cats who live there are all wealthy.
They come from privileged, queenly collared.
Their fur is always tongue-washed and fragrant.
Their meows are soft and sincere.
The majestic Cat Hotel is for cats only
And has a graceful, elegant female feel.
Only devoted and gentle servants work here,
Like Camille and Alexandra and Sarah
Who love and worship the kitties and tabbies.
When you look inside you see high tree branches,
Landings, chutes, lofts and ladders.
You see Siamese mingle with Russian Blues,
The Himalayans boxing with the Tonkinese,
Long hairs, short hairs, no hairs,
ZsaZsa licking Angel, Sasha sniffing Zorro.
They all have clean teeth, freshly clipped nails,
Their shots are documented, ears free of mites.
They are cats of different colors, different fathers
Who live in apartments, town homes and condos.
They have outdoor gardens and swimming pools,
Cat toys, litter pans, and cutting edge technology.
They all want for nothing, those alluring, cunning, playful cats
Who stay at the Cat Hotel when their Masters are away.
Read my HubPage on cats at http://marktulin.hubpages.com/hub/Cats-That-I-Know