What I don't understand about a cat
Is how it gets away with being rude and all that
While a husband of similar comportment
Gets the fish-eye and a long list of wifely exhortment.
Cats are allowed to raise hob like sinking their claws into living room couches,
While husbands are rebuked for far less serious debauches
-i.e., pouring an extra bourbon on the rocks
Or forgettng to pick up their dirty socks.
A husband has to mind his Q's and P's,
While his wife's calico, Persian or Siamese
Can go off on any sin-filled adventure
And suffer not a jot by way of censure.
A cat, no matter how it is disgraced,
Will always end up hugged and kissy-faced.