The Cat

by EJ, January 1998

The phone it rings but I can't rise,
for on my lap a warm cat lies.

This cat sleeps in content sublime,
to wake this friend would be a crime.

I choose this kitty's peace before,
some stupid sales pitch cold call bore,

Or even friends who call to greet,
cannot dislodge me to my feet,

For nothing earthly does compare,
to a perfect cat and lap matched pair.