The Angels Were Generous

You're Watching Me Again!

I love you,
   unconditionally,
      with all my heart.
I support you in all that you do,
   shouting encouragement,
      heaping praise.
I try so hard to be what you need,
   or want,
      or think you want.

I share my bed,
   whenever you ask,
      whenever you want.
I prepare your meals,
   always your favorites,
      always on time.
I shower you with all the attention you need,
   or want,
      or think you want.

You're always watching me,
   judging me,
      rating me.
Your half-closed eyes are no disguise,
   nor your casual manner,
      nor sleepy stance.
My every movement is followed,
   and noted,
      and remembered.

I can't help but wonder,
   worry a little,
      fret a bit.
Do I measure up to your yardstick,
   meet your standards,
      match your vision?
Or do I disgust you,
   make you hate me,
      make you want to run?

Am I better than other people you've known,
   or seen,
      or heard about?
Or are you as superior as you seem,
   as you act,
      as you believe?
Who rules this household anyway,
   me or you,
      human or cat?