Cat Amongst The Pigeons Poem by S Lister

The lollop on the lap
With the drool on the floor
The stationary heat map
Apart from scratching the backdoor

Midnight trips that go downstairs
Lead to the ‘throne'
All my jumpers covered in hairs
My leg that she can bone

Bed wetting
Always vetting
Ligaments, fleas, a boil
Never learning
Ears that are burning
Eating fucking soil

Eyes piercing to my heart
As we leave for the day
Her only wish we don't depart
Must be another way

"Loyalty?
Abandonment!
I love the days we play..."
TV, Blanket
Won't be long...
We say

All's forgotten when we return
She never holds a grudge
Then it's dinner time, when she learns
To give the kindest one a nudge

River dweller
Privates smeller
Fetcher of the log

Our companion
A true World Champion
Of a family dog.