19 September 2012
Ambushed by a mass of fur. With voice that sounds more like a whirr.
I'm forced to follow to keep the peace! And rummage to find things to eat.
Then stillness from the furry maw. Now sated offers velvet paw.
My tea in hand I find a seat. As She runs around my now cold feet.
She snuggles up with cuddles free. I love my cat and she loves me.
Ambushed • Opuss № I