It’s a clockwork routine
You with your twitching whiskers
And pointy ears
And wobbly walk
You detect my footsteps to the kitchen table
And make your stand by my feet
Look up pitifully, eyes round,
Like that one from Shrek
I know what you’re here for
But pretend I do not
A little coolness is in order first
When you get a little manic
Then I break down
Let’s see, where to scratch first?
Under the chin? Top of the head?
Chest, where you can never scratch yourself?
You beam at me with those big round eyes
Your purring is whirring
You wet my hand with drool, you fool
Then, one eye quivers a bit, and closes slightly
I have learned not to miss the signal
The one night stand is over
In five minutes.
” I vant to be alone”.
“Leave me or, yes, I vill bite the hand that feeds me.”