The Cat in a box

I see you in the corner of my eye,waiting for the bus, 

You bundle of fur, all you need is a fuss.

You're cute, I get it, but I've no time to spare,

The bus will arrive soon...Oh, please don't stare!

That look has me hooked, You've practised, I know.

As I crouch down to pet you, the bus had to show.

But I didn't see it, all big and red,

All I could think of is if you'd been fed.

You lie happy in my arms, as I walk to the shop,

As soon as we enter, you throw a small strop.

Fine claws dig in deep, like needles, it stings,

But I bite my lip, an alarm bell rings.

I grab a tin of tuna, a small carton of cream,

a first good meal, would please you, cause a small smile to beam.

What was I thinking? Cat's don't grin,

No. No questions to ask, what a weird night it had been.

You enjoyed that little treat, even mewed for a while,

And I couldn't really help it, but I felt it, a subtle sort of smile.

You lived in a shoebox for God knows how long,

Now you live in an apartment, knowing nothing is wrong.