I love my cat.
The sharp cutting pain of claws on the back
of my legs. A less usual way of ascending
to her nest on my shoulders pretending
And believing that she,
with higher status is here to oversee
And meow her commands.
Sat with that damned
Look of self imposed superiority
Like she’s the one who decides how it ought to be.
.
It’s raining outside?
Come in where it’s dry, of course I don’t mind
Getting wet. Coat saturated like you tried
To bring as much as possible inside... how kind,
Of you to soak my shirt
And on my jeans, dirt
paws and should I dare to move you, in return, your scowl.
Like I don’t realise it’s my job to be your towel?
.
That dainty meow that your love
Conveys,
that tells me that above
All things you crave
My attention
but before the cuddle, just to mention
In kitchen, in fridge,
that white bottle that gives
Me your affection personified.
And if I should refuse those big yellow eyes, see
how the world will almost certainly despise me.
.
And must upon your two AM arrival
The whole house be informed with meow reprisal.
Pat pat up stairs approaching
Quietly into my room encroaching
Slinking, Then upon my bed with cheerful chirp,
you jump with mission to usurp
my slumber. Now interrupted
As upon my chest, new bed constructed
And yet, not used
Apparently you have refused
To settle here as now my waking state
Is known,
you realise that your fate
Is thrown
into uncertainty. And you
Have suddenly something better to do.
.
This, I assume as you, in leaving
Me here, awake and seething
While you trot back outside
To seek, once more where does reside
The birds and mice that I thought, would now
Have found a way somehow
To make their homes beyond
your reach
Though I obviously cannot be one
To preach
As in my bed, left woken
By your visit, resting broken
up by meows and purrs and claws
I thank you, cat, for giving
Me this precious moment living
Beneath your ever gracious paw
A queendom in which your
Love is shown to me
and held aloft
By rocking up to wake me
and then just fucking off!
And yes, in spite of all of that.
Somehow, I love my effing cat.
