12 May 2012
You lie curled up by the fire, Chewing whatever be tonight's object of desire.
You barely have to lift an eyelid, And prised open is the cat food tin lid.
You stretch and yawn - it's such a perk, To possess a human to do your dirty work.
I go to stroke you do not let, So tell me puss -
Who is who's pet?
Oh Puss • Opuss № I