I do not regret your 3 a.m mews,
Or ungodly races across my bed,
Those geckos on windows are indeed news,
But please don't take shortcuts crossing my head.
I do not begrude you your stolen treats,
Though daily you thieve from my pizza box,
And play bulimic with olives and meats,
But it grieves me, that puke on my clean socks.
I do not mind that you share all your fur,
With generous joy and abandonment,
Or clamp to my neck with vampiric purr,
Using your talons as a quick cement.
But why must you sink in your claws and tug,
Scooting those skid marks all over my rug?