Good day to you too Mr. Whiskers. I sure hope you found the butter quite satisfying. You know the one that was on the kitchen counter. Yes, of course it was left there just for you. Oh and thank you for bringing that mouse to me this morning. That was quite the catch. I only ask that in the future you would kill it prior to setting it at my feet. It caused quite a ruckus as it ran up my pant leg. Oh and one last thing. The carpeted post in the corner, you know the thing you ignore, that is a scratching post. So I humbly ask you use that to sharpen your claws instead of my curtains, or the couch, or my arm. That is all Mr. Whiskers you are free to bath yourself now.

Meow?...*snorgle snort*...

the ambivalent response

Kit curls up cozy purring

next to the scorched warm belly

of Rexamus the dragon king

as with any proper cat

her company is accepted

if head perches and back sits

upon an otherwise fearsome lizard

are hardly invited

her company amuses him

and she chases away pests

that would dig and fester

beneath seemingly hardy scales

he admits he likes her subtleties

especially the calming purrs

and on days whose sharpness

exceeds both their claws

a purr can relax

every last scaly sinew.