Cats are well aware who has tamed whom. Nowadays you can use Facebook to comment on my blog.

BELONGING

"Is it your cat, then? Comfy, on your doorstep?"
Steady eyes, sphinxlike, answer my gaze.
"Mangy and thin, it couldn't go one more step;
Slumped in the hall here, end of the autumn days."

Dark tabby, rippled like the ribbed sea sand:
"How could such curling comfort go unfriended?
Huddled on the sofa for a stroking hand;
Food bills and vet's bills till the winter ended."

The ball of tabby comfort makes no move,
No twinge of sadness at its own sad story:
A famished and flinching stray, looking for love,
Now purring, fat and fed, in fluffed-out glory.

"We'd miss it, though we never wanted one;
Much better here than roaming on the rubble."
-- Patterned doorstop in the evening sun, --
"It thinks it's ours now, after all our trouble."

Behind their backs, the furry heap'll
Wink one eye: it's quite sure, you're its people!