Wild House Cat

Little cat, how sleek and glossy is your pelt like a lithe Cheetah you stalk my ankles, always ready to leap upon them, a shared domesticity has made them your natural prey. Soon I will fill your bowl with the meat of a great animal, that in the wild would certainly trample your lithe body into the hard earth. After you have fed and licked your chops I will run my fingers through your tail, we shall purr together, watching a TV documentary, a show about lions in the Serengeti - hunting fleeing cheetahs. Then off to bed. In the morning, you can pounce on my back as if I were a sleeping lion.