My ankles you haunt
Cat what’re you
Shouting about
What could you want?
You nose at my legs
Tilting at shadows
You nestle again.
Lap you knead
Unseen bread
An unseen life
Thoroughbred.
Door you can open
You will not open
Scouring the rooms
Someone to rope in.
At dinner or not
Wailing as if starved
Waiting by the bowl
Always hit your mark.
Occupying ample bedspace
You like a croissant curling
Resting your sleeping face
Soft pearl of my evening.
Bored by achievement
You want to languish
Mere thought of rising
Flares in you anguish.
Picky about food
Taking after father
Changeable mood
Thane of Cawdor.
Alchemisland 
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