Márk Kovács
During the day I laze
by the window of the room,
as his royal majesty on the throne.
I’m playful in the morning and in the evening,
but I don’t run around unnecessarily.
I still feel like coming and going,
but in the afternoon I lie down.
My fur is giant and white,
just like the royal mantle.
It is soft as velvet,
I never mind if you caress me.
My eyes are green as emeralds,
my cheeks are round as the sun.
My nose is flatty, my legs are stubby,
my look is grumpy, but my heart is lovely.
I purr and meow, I always slink to you.
My voice is music to your ears,
it gently caresses your soul.
I like it when you pamper me,
you feed me delicious snacks.
I’m my master’s favorite,
my wishes rule over you.