Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
That cat . . .
Cat: An amusing look at the hierarchy of a cat within a family and the presence of ritualistic behaviour regarding their human counterpart within their ideology.
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 that I’m listening
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
No siree
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
Quite categorically 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
Because 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 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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