This is the picture of a cat with danger on his mind.
With visions of chasing wild mice through the fields.
Cavorting with the idea of scaling a tree.
A hero who knows his luck in surviving his birth.
Thinking of tying on his cape and launching out.
But then having second thoughts:
I lurv air conditioning.
I revel in kitty snacks on command.
I heart soft carpet and a squishy bed.
If I go, I will not survive.
I am housecat.
Hear me gain five pounds.
(And no, Tommy, we did not have his ears clipped for migratory purposes....)