catmandos and catmandon'ts in poetry

I have decided that
our cat internally
refers to me
as “The Doorman”
he scratches at the foot of my bed
“let meowt, doorman!”
“let meowt!”
and like a sucker, I do
reinforcing the whole mess

I wonder if the cat is disgusted at me
that I never lick myself
if he thinks I’m just the grossest
“Jesus Christ, Doorman, just lick yourself
just lick yourself every once in a while
you fucking filthy savage”

I wonder if he’s ever offended
that I don’t ever come up to him
and rub my face all over his legs
is this supposed to be reciprocated?
does he understand that I
don’t have marking glands
in the sides of my face
or am I just being rude
am I a fucking disgrace?
or is he happier this way
because he assumes I’m so dirty
and doesn’t want that all over his legs?

but he probably doesn’t care
much either way
as long as I keep working the door
“let meowt, doorman!”
“let meowt!”
the little bastard lacks opposable thumbs
I still have that on him for now
the furry little weirdo