Actually

What a mancat can be [under]

he must be [under].

Hue and cry

I oblige with the inevitable comparisons.

But 'gainst my INcomparable coat,

most hues are a cryin' shame.

You don't pair dark choc with candy floss, maam.

A cat's gotta do...

 ...what's only human.

Users beware

My Grandfather's Stairs.
(No less.)

Standing by me

I confess.... i do get mad at the

Doggest Hours;
I've nothin' to hide

and i let'it all hang out.

And when hisses and claws don't work
and I dunno which way to turn 
from their raining DROOL, 

i thank the family for standing by me and seeing me thru the DRY, safe path. 

But CRY?? Never.

It's a machoMocca thing, you understand.

Divinity

To szzz-kerrr-ratchhhh.... is divine.

Cats were worshiped in ancient Egypt, 
lest anyone should fur'get.

Just sayin'

Fur the record ...

Most times the family feel I owe them. 

Now 'n then they need a reminder it's the OTHER way round.

I know. 
The truth hurts.