Submitted By: Lexel

Almost any household item,
When appraised by kitten eyes,
Offers joy Ad Infinitum,
And we learn, with some surprise:
Cupboards are for hiding in,
Curtains are to climb,
Washers are for riding in,
(What a hectic time!)
House plants are for digging paws,
Papers are to tear,
Just the sharpener for claws
Is Dad's upholstered chair.
Yet man and feline share some views
When all is done and said;
When one's inclined to take a snooze,
The other's in the bed.

Author: Jane Herald
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