My eyes fall upon my metal name tag.
It's a symbol of my life with humans.
But there is the other side of my life;
One that the humans would not understand.
The responsibility I shoulder:
Guardian of my feline brethren,
Deuteronomy's second-in-command,
And supervisor of our yearly ball.
And yet I am seen as a simple cat…
A companion for humans… mouse-catcher…
Supervising humans as I do cats…
But they don't need to know my other life.
And so when they praise me and say, "Good Cat,"
I take pride in knowing I've done much more.