Ogden Nash, noshing, writing and purring

Kitty O will not eat unless I pet him. He's a weird pet that way.
I, on the other hand, often like to read while I am eating. The other day I opened up the big fat book of poetry I have had for ages, not just to read new poems, but to find old ones, friends, almost.
I always laugh with Ogden Nash.
"The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk."
It's short and funny. And apt.
For some reason I thought of Kitty O and came up with:
"The cat is of the feline genus; both ends stink, the mouth and anus."
I doubt Kitty O would be amused. After all, he can't wield the tiny toothbrush the vet suggested I brush his teeth with (no success there) and he always covers after he digs a hole.
Would Kitty O get angry if he knows I write about him? I know what he thinks of my writing in general. He does not object, unless he wants my attention. Then he jumps up, insists on settling down in my lap and, just to make sure I don't send him off, purrs. He's a miser about purrs. He only purrs when he wants something.
And I? I'm a pushover, or should I say, a purrover when it comes to Kitty O. I always take a break from writing, remove my fingers from the keyboard and pet him.
"My cat's a large grey ball of fur; both ends stink, though one does purr.
Sounds about right. It is only when he is purr-fectly happy that I try and sneak back to writing. It usually fails, given the click of the keyboard, but....