The Only Difference

I have decided the only difference between my cat and myself is the lounge pants.

I wake and look at him and he wakes and looks at me.

And I say, "But what if I can't feel sexy today. What if sexy is gone? Do you have this problem?"

"No," he says, with that cruelty of succinctness of beings who don't believe in fluffing pillows inside language.

And shakes his ass like George Michael.

As he walks off to find the feed dish.