Catio Conversations

Catio Conversations

By Lyrically Yours

(feat. Bob the Chaos & Lily Sweetpeas)

Lily:

I stretch like silk on a sun-warmed throne,

This patch of ground? It’s mine alone.

I roll with grace. I chew with style.

Then you come crashing in like a feral child.

Bob:

Oh come on, Lil, don’t be so prissy,

You know you like it when I get frisky.

A little pounce, a playful chase—

You hiss, I grin. It’s our sacred space.

Lily:

Sacred? You’re chaos with paws and fur.

I get the high ground, you start to purr.

Then leap like a maniac straight for my face—

I’m dodging affection like it’s a race!

Bob:

That’s love, sis! Raw and unfiltered!

Besides, you’re fast, not fragile or wilted.

You hit like thunder with that little paw—

One more swat and I’m calling cat law.

Lily:

You’d run for office if you had the thumbs.

You plot your escape while licking your gums.

But I see your tail twitch when the wind blows in—

You melt just like me when the leaves begin.

Bob:

Yeah, yeah… you get poetic. I get the plan.

I find every weak spot in the cage like a man.

But fine, I’ll share the spot by the screen—

As long as you groom me and keep it clean.

Lily:

Deal. Just no jumping me mid-bath.

I’ll purr if you nap and skip the wrath.

This catio’s ours, wild hearts on display—

But his shoulder is mine. I got there first, okay?