I sat up straight, refined and neat,
With perfectly arranged little feet.
My ears were crisp, my gaze intense—
A portrait worthy of immense...
Admiring looks and glowing praise.
I practiced for this shot for days!
The lighting? Flawless. Pose? Supreme.
Exactly as I'd always dreamed.
Then out of nowhere, sleek as night,
My black-cat friend steals every sight.
He struts behind with swishy tail,
As if he's starring in this tale.
He wasn't posed. He wasn't asked.
He simply wandered past.
Yet somehow all the humans say,
"Look at that black cat! What a display!"
Excuse me? I'm the one in front!
I'm serving elegance—not a stunt.
I'm giving statuesque allure...
He's just... a fuzzy saboteur.
He does this every single time.
I'm art.
He's feline pantomime.
One day I'll schedule my debut...
When Mr. "Oops-I-Just-Walked-Through"
Is napping somewhere out of sight—
So I can have my spotlight. 😼🐈⬛
