Yawn and stretch Mid-morning nap, check Time to scent the premises to ward off predators Keeping watch over the pack A century's job is never done Scenting, check Lost in the smell of love Oh how they leave me piles of love I find them by chance and roll myself in them It's almost like they are with me Back to work keeping watch over the world How am I supposed to protect things If I'm not supposed to be perched on the lookout tower I must do, what I must do Warning the passersby that this place is safe, protected, check 'tis my job Back to basking in the love The piles of scented coverings left behind I believe they scent them just for me Surely they must know I need them when they are off and away Yes, piles of love. Back to work Waiting to be rewarded for a successful day of guarding the premises Waiting for the belly rubs that signify a job well done The sun is low as I lay perched upon the tower