Written by Susan Lane

That cat . . .

It hasn’t taken long to establish the cat is in charge of me

Of mealtimes here, it’s done with a barge, and it’s free
There’s a little black cat who adopted me
She prances around confirming her victory

It’s she who decides when she wants her tea
Then she does her dance and shouts for me
If I don’t listen and move then she taps on the door
To make sure I’m listening to her, and if I’m not
Then she taps some more

She’s queen of my establishment or so she thinks
She stares at me lots but doesn’t blink
She’s still trying to convince me
That she’s my boss, but I’m not actually buying it hee hee

On occasion I complete her requests 
But I admit 3 am is not on my to do list
So, she has to learn the earliest is 5 am
Anything sooner and that request is thrown in the bin

Then she starts at 2 pm
She thinks she can bully me again
Because she’s decided it’s time for tea
That’s not going to happen not from what I can see

That little black cat is crafty you see
She’s wormed her way in and now thinks
She rules this roost
That ain’t happening with me

Cos as you might have seen
She might be clever but there’s more to me
Let me get to the point but be brief
I’m just putting up with all these chiefs

They Own Me hehe

They might have come to the conclusion
That they own me
But that’s just surface flim flammery
I’m not here as a servant for free
These cats simply must learn
There is most definitely a fee

In the form of cuddles for me
If I need the support emotionally
Then they have no choice
A contractual obligation you see
When they decided to live with me
And from their own view point
They granted me to be
Their alleged unpaid servant that’s me
Now I’m off to polish my tiara
And also, of course, for a well-deserved cup of tea

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