It's bothersome
To come home and find you nagging
Impatient
And irritated
Waiting to tuck me in

Untying my shoes, you pester and bicker
Bicker and pester
Frustrated, I must remember you were only worried for me

Ascending the stairs, you use the passing lane and beat me to my bedroom
All the while nagging, what you do best

I slip my night clothes on, while you have already made my bed your home
Spending five minutes to find the prime spot and position
You are picky, finicky

The light goes off, and we share love the way we know and are familiar with
My knuckles out, you smudge them with your chilly pink nose
Your arms relaxed, I rest my hand on your belly, patting gently as you hug me back with all four appendages

All angst is forgotten, a routine chain of events

You are my cat
And you are my mother