To Meow or Not to Meow - is not a question

To Meow or Not to Meow, is not a question
For Meowing is concurrent with Paw-Licking
To lick one’s paw, while tail performs its flicking
To lay upon a shelf while looking downwards
Upon a cup that had performed its purpose
By sliding first propelled by gentle pushing
Then flying downward, quickly floor approaching
And smashing into many shiny pieces
Under a deeply fascinated stare.

To purr contently letting out deep rumbling
Having partaken greatly of smoked sausage
That flesh is yummy... 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To nap, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub
The rub upon the belly - allow it then perform
A vicious scratching upon the hand that dared it…

To hiss and scratch the door your life bemoaning
Demand to be released from the enclosure
Then scream outside awakening the neighbors
Demanding for return to be permitted, then lo!
Escape to undiscovere'd country, from whence
No traveler returns, puzzle the will of human,
Ignoring “pst-pst-pst” and “missing” posters

Then just show up one day on ye old doorsteps
Fluff back into good graces of the human
Stare at the ceiling - what’s more captivating
Than fly that others know not of? Then Dashing
Is enterprise of greatest pith and moment
And vases lost in action.