The Cats (a poem by Jane)

The cats are cute,
Sure.
They may purr now,
But before you know it,
The back of your head will be shredded to bits by these terrors.
Sure,
They’re sleeping now.
Get ready for the night.
They prowl and yowl,
Waiting for you to throw that disgusting pom-pom for them.
Yes,
They’re snuggling now.
But when they are all alone,
One forces the other one into a corner and they fight.
I see that they are out of the kitchen now.
Soon your butter dish will be knocked down and licked clean.
These are the actions of the wretched cats,
That prowl in my house day and night,
Looking for prey to hunt down and annoy.