May I have the floor?

Words spoken with a satisfied purr,

  takes his feet,

   and stretches.

Easily distracted,

 while they laugh at cats,

laser pointers of a verbal style,

 years in the making.

Winding between the legs,

 occasional rub against a special calf,

 moving towards the door.

Voices shouting,

  each wanting their turn,

 no common purpose,

 other than me.

Hack up a hairball,

 a little parting gift,

while deciding what will next entertain me.