The Cats in the Back

The cats in the back

won’t cut me slack

with their lazy playing all day.

Eyeing the butterflies

watching the blue jays fly

they don’t care what I say.

Unless I call, “Hungry?”

Or, “Want a treat?”

Or, call another cat’s name.

Then they come runnin’

and give me some lovin’

Until I feed them or go away.