Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 The Human

I am the cat he calls superb,

And so I let him stroke my fur.

But then he chats on to perturb

Me, by comparing me to her,

To his woman, her gaze and scent.

Amiable beast, he calls me.

His woman as such, has he meant?

If I were her, pissed off I'd be.

This human chatters on some more.

I hope this dude is about done.

Like most humans, he is a bore.

Before I scoot, I'll have some fun.

So I touch his hand with my paw,

And leave my reply with my claw.