My parents collect cats; the newest one, Sid – lovely black cat w/ bright yellow eyes --, seems to have taken over my room.
That poem, which I remember having to study in-depth @ school, reminds me of a man I met @ Respite Care. He didn't seem to have many friends/talk much, so me being me I was chatting away. He told me he used to have to do what Dan does in the poem & didn't seem to get how upset I was. I never spoke to him again.