there is,
in my opinion,
nothing like,
the determination,
of four and half kilos
of grey feline.
that wants...
to be fed at 5:37am.
the pushing
and bumfping,
the disproportinate roar,
of the basso profundo purr, in your right ear.
if still not convinced,
or just,
downright lazy
a whack with a southpaw
to the back of the head.
your attention will restore.
no you're still resisting
the charm.
then be aware,
of the flying leap & twist; landing on the midriff.
but, from years of dilligent training,
i have deduced,
the cold, wet nose, trailing across my exposed flesh,
is to best be avoided.
simply, by stumbling up,
from your rest....
and succumbing
to the mantra,
the cat knows best.....
fill the bowl,
be done with,
the furry pest.....
and hope you
can snooze for a while,
before.... you have to get up
and feed the rest....