You've convinced me:
You're a tiny cat.

You sleep half the day, a third of the night;
You only put up with being handled--albeit rather well.
You're only social at your food dish, and
Your goal in life is to be on top of warm things:
The ground beneath your lamp,
The hide on which you poop,
The back of my tanned, hairy neck.

And Pedro?
I wouldn't want it otherwise.

© Miyamoto Yoshi