Sitting in the sun,
Like it rose for them.
Opening one eye,
To glare and gaze.
All belongs to them,
That can of tuna better be shared.
Goddesses come to play with us,
A gift we should think.
Rough licks and kneeding biscuits
On your skin
It's affection,
So what if it hurts?
Take it like the slave you are
You never own a cat.