Sammy had just eaten a delectable bowl of liver pieces,
  washed down with a small saucer of milk
He stretched himself and gave a growl of thanks,
  a couple of purrs just to keep them happy
He thought, mind you, they weren't a bad family,
Mrs Pam was very good to him
A bit sloppy though, she always wanted to kiss him.
"Ugh", he growled.
For a human, she was plump and pretty and very soft.
Soft arms, soft skin.
Mr Ben was altogether different, he purred.
He doesn't bother me much.
Rough handles me, thinking I like it.
I play along with him,
  but at times I get angry and I give him a good bite.
I like it when he is in the mood for my angry moments,
  as I sink my teeth and claws into his arm
  and let him know that I am not playing.
Then he yells "Sammy!" and gives me a cuff.

All in a cat's life!