The cat is cute, it's white and flexible,
it jumps on counters, commandeers couches,
it walks in circles so illegible
you can't know if it reneges or vouches:
You spray its face with water every time
it jumps on your most sacred surfaces
and it runs from the water every time
until it forgives your foul purposes:
The white cat in your lap, digging its nails
in your thighs while pushing and kneading paws;
You don't mind the pain because where pain fails
the purring feline forgives you your flaws:
You scratch it behind its two whitish ears,
and a pair of blue eyes just disappears.