He comes into the room with head held high,
Averts his eyes and refuses to cast them down
To where my feet are dangling on the floor,
For there he would all but throw his blue-jeweled crown
And pounce and nibble on my toes.
He's done it twice before and knows,
Remembers well how, in his surprise,
I threw him off, and others chided him,
Stared him down with eyes so wide.
"How could he do that!"
"How could he not," I wondered, too, and smiled,
But he pinned me fast. His teeth were sharp,
And in that pain, in the midst of our love spat,
I'd almost forgotten that he is a cat.
-jenn
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