They say nothing is like being curled up with a good book

But what curls up in such a distinct manner?

A fluffy, furry friend that judges your grammar

Can cats read?

No, of course not! That’s absurd!

Perhaps it’s just a coincidence that a book lies curled in a calico’s fur

Her eyes scan the pages

But just out of flickering interest

It’s nothing unbelievable no one else has witnessed

Oh, but her fur stands on end

As if engaged in a thriller

(The cats’ instinct is known to be killer)

Yet perchance instead

what is being read

Is the movement of the flame,

or the teacup, or the wood grain!

Has the cat got your tongue?

Well, it’s got the page and its words

Now you see how this is definitely absurd?

I guess we’ll never know

Curiosity kills the cat

And in this situation we don’t want to be the cat wrapped up in all that