I lie here hour on hour, inspecting my kingdom. Queendom, really.
Once in a while I change position.
Mistress of all I survey.
I twitch my tail or lick a lazy paw.
This is my life.
Occasionally, I notice papers lying, unattended just begging to be sat upon.
I slink across and lower myself.
Cool, soft paper.
I eye the human. I ignore their protests.
This is my right.
Eventually, I have to have some food. I need my energy after all.
A yowl. A miaow. A rub against a leg.
Soon I am at my bowl.
Tasty chunks of something fishy.
This is my favourite.
My life is a finely tuned balancing act. A dance between sleep and food.
It’s hard work training humans.
I have to be on my guard.
If I don’t teach them who’s boss I might as well
Have been a dog.