Cat o nine

I see how you look at me
side eyes and weary glances
like I done you wrong
when I didn't feed you for the hundredth time in a day
I did you wrong
when you weren't petted as I slept all night
who sleeps at night? Right?
that's what you'd say
But my darling, darling cat
you could be wrong
I utter these words with silent trepidation
for you might get upset
and upturn your bowl of water
or scratch at my couch
and my beautifully white bleached cushion covers
there's no pleasing you
I did you wrong
when I opened the door to let guests in
that you don't like visitors
is no secret
yet you sit amidst all
frowning a deep displeasure
a grimace of the gods
I did you wrong
When I didn't let you out as it rained
and still more wrong
when I did let you out and you got wet
ah, I see
It's all my mistake
the providence has seen to it
that I abide by your purr pleasures
and so I do
Your bowl is clean and water fresh
and as you sleep
on my freshly cleaned duvet
I do nothing save silently tread around you
lest you wake up
and demand more food