The cat
has an issue with me
today, but she
refuses to discuss it.
She says that it
would be fruitless
for I would apply
what I call logic
and cats know
there is no such thing,
there is only obedience
to their will.
I would be glad
to argue with her,
knowing I would lose
by any objective,
that is to say her,
standards, but she
would rather see me
grow ever more frustrated
as the day goes on.
an old writer and his words 
Latin, huh. Wow. I had to look it up. Yes. I guess it fits the poem very well.
That’s a smart cat you have. How lucky you are. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing it. Be well. I wish you miracles.