She is small, thin, and appears kind of frail. You can’t whack her too hard if she does something wrong because she will break. However, under her small frame, there is lightning quickness, crazy quiet, and far more power than something that little would be expected to possess. Women, I believe, are like this, right along with a cat’s natural inclination to check every little thing out. Kitty can’t talk, but her curiosity speaks volumes. My wife can talk; her curiosity does speak volumes. Like a cat, she’s small, also like a cat, she possesses hidden qualities making up for her size. Unlike a cat, she has one more strength, intuition. Personally, I think God allowed females this power to multitask and survive. I know that trait, along with multitasking, is as foreign to me as speaking native Inuit.
P.S. I don’t whack my wife anyway, no matter what. But, as she so quaintly puts it, I have to sleep sometime.
LIKE A CAT
She walks upon cats’ feet, scarcely a sound,
Eyes shine intelligent, betray woman flat.
Man sees delicate, soft little package,
Blinded by female, a small helpless cat.
Control comes from nowhere, stunning, compact,
Quick silent power, belies slight built form.
Authority, impressive influence,
Jaguar graceful, hidden muscle the norm.
Competence in insignificant size,
Capable, not what most first glanced at.
Bantam horsepower in miniature frame,
Temperamental, woman is like a cat.
Curious, must keep surroundings arm’s length,
Anxious, always sets other to thinking.
Promptly left far behind in a dust cloud,
Poor eyes, seeing only tail lights blinking.
Savage mother, territorial rule,
Feline neurotic, but then sweet diplomat.
Crazy mastery over demeanor,
Dependent if desired, woman like a cat.