Tabitha lies languid in the rocking chair
oblivious to the mayhem of human life.
She purrs out dreams to the sun-bleached air
and the occasional twitch denotes pussy strife.
Her fur is the colour of marmalade
her eyes a clear green pond.
Her breath a mousy feathery shade
Her whiskers nice and long.
She sets the scene on domestic bliss
this graceful feline accessory.
But she kills with a contemptuous hiss
and hunts at night with senses keen.
She loves no other cats come near
and jealous guards her territory.
The occasional `Tom` with bit-torn ear
may court her temporarily.
Does she love her human pets?
Maybe `love` is a human word,
she’ll stay as long as needs are met
and that they're always kind to her.
Kindness to a cat is the long stroke in the afternoon
the open door late at night.
The warm lap that’s not left too soon
And little children out of sight.
`Moggy` is a silly name
and should only be used when she’s not there.
For this suggests she could be tamed
not her! Have you seen that wicked stare?!