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.