The girl was adopted by a wandering puss
And that meant quite flatly nought left to discuss
After snacking and play throughout that first day
The moggie said “Yes, I think I will stay.”
Tinned chicken, warmed milk and other soft treats
It was obvious there would be plenty of eats
A comfy soft bed, mice toys to pursue
Curtains to shred and discreet litter, for poo.
Drawn curtains keep cold winter chills well away
Rugged up and comfy, of course I will stay
No need for dead lizards or birdies to stalk
I now have an owner, my God how we talk.
My skills as a hunter in previous times
Were writ largely and often recording my crimes
But those days are behind, because of the glass
And the doorway that closes to forestall hurried pass!
She tickles my tum and if needed wipes bum
We both enjoy music, and that’s why we hum
As she sits at her desk composing her prose
I lie at the window, purring softly and doze.
She hails from the Taylors, of proud lineage
Meredith, yes, that’s right, through matrilineage
And pardon me dear, did you say Ereeka
No, no I correct her, my name is Gemima.