(Quarter) poem of the day

Before a Cat will condescend

To treat you as a trusted friend

Some little token of esteem

Is needed, like a dish of cream;

And you might now and then supply

Some caviar, or Strassburg Pie,

Some potted grouse, or salmon paste - 

He's sure to have his personal taste.

(I know a Cat, who makes a habit

Of eating nothing else but rabbit,

And when he's finished, licks his paws

So's not to waste the onion sauce.)

A Cat's entitled to expect

These evidences of respect.

And so in time you reach your aim,

And finally call him by his NAME.

T.S.Eliot