From Henry Beard's perfectly hilarious "Poetry for Cats" (1994):

                  Kubla Kat
                         by Samuel Taylor Coleriddge's cat

In Xanadu did Kubla Kat
A splendid sofa-bed decree
With silken cushions soft and fat,
A perfect feline habitat
   Set on a gilt settee.
And twice ten yards of fine brocade
The golden ottoman arrayed;
And there were pillows packed with airy down
Hand-plucked from sacred swans in Thessaly;
And lace draped from a massive silver crown
Adorned the ornate rosewood canopy.

And ah! that seat effused a potent lotion
Pressed from the leaves of rare hypnotic herbs,
Sweet source of wondrous dreams that naught disturbs.
O magic mint! Sublime and blissful potion!
   The fragrance of that place of slumber
   Floated on the balmy breeze
   Drawing kittens without number;
   Persians, Manx, and Siamese.
It was a miracle of opulence,
A shining sofa-bed with catnip scents!

    A songbird with a small guitar
    In a vision I once did note....


That should give you some idea. Buy the book and read the rest yourself. And don't miss "The Love Song of J. Morris Housecat," by T.S. Eliot's cat.