Manipulation

Draw the curtains Dim the light Get settled down For this long winter night Almost dozing In my chair A sleeping cat on my knee Feeling warm and content A pleasant place to be. A fire in the grate A red hot ember bed Before which my lady sits Toasting crusty bread An old fashioned fork Holds the speared slices down Which the embers very quickly Turn a shade of golden brown A buttered toast and coffee supper The toast spread with marmalade One of those special snacks Hot, tasty,simple, homemade. The cat stretches and grumbles As I reach for my treats Not the sort of thing any Self respecting cat eats. With a disdainful air She leaps to,the floor Haughtily strides away Knee not needed anymore When I’ve grovelled sufficiently I’ll in time be forgiven and then I’m sure she’ll condescend To occupy my knee again Its a scene repeated nightly And I’m getting used to that It’s hell being appointed human To the disdainful resident cat.