(A cat shaped) INTERLUDE.
Oh cute little pussycat how can it be
that I always seem to find you attached to my knee.
Your kingdom awaits you, vast territories to roam
but yet you prefer to use me as your throne.
On my thighs you will curl, after plumping them just right
By my feet you will purr, keeping toes warm at night.
And yet there’s a thing, I wish most of all for you…
…Opposable thumbs! And your own back door key too!
A pair of small steps, and a toggle or strap…
And a fork for food-mashing, carried on your back.
Only then will I feel like a friend to you.
Til then I’m just a slave, who empties your loo.
You fetch me mice… and birds… and occasional goo.
Just your way of saying ‘but I love you too’