another poem with a cat in it

my cat unwinds
and 
the birds annoy her
shouting in the trees
across the road
if only she could jump
and pluck each one
from the branch
I lob a ball
of paper for her to chase
she looks 
then at me
like I’m the bottom of a shoe
I say, so what
you’re a cat
I’m a man
what’s the big difference?
we are looking
at those birds over there
you have a tail
I have a history
both of them
follow us around
wherever we go