The Cat

"What is it?" I ask.
The serene ball of fluff stirs.
"A cat," she replies.

Why did I ask that?
I know well what a cat is.
But I didn't expect one.

Sleepy purring beast.
Four paws and a long tail.
I would have preferred a dog.

It's late Sunday night and I find myself awake, again, against my better judgment. The rain patters rhythmically outside my window - the perfect thing to fall asleep to, if I could afford that luxury. Yet for the umpteenth time, I find myself having procrastinated to the very last moment before starting on my homework. Such is life.