Stuffy nose. Cough. Sneeze. Spit.
At the mercy of a ginger-haired tyrant
Anxious to be liked
So I blink slowly at his yellow eyes
Signalling I'm a friend. I hope?
He smells my desperation
Is that a sneer? Am I mad?
He scratches, then he purrs
I mix his food, change his litter
His faithful butler at the door
Open. Close. In. Out.
Meow of dissatisfaction.
He kneads my lap, purring,
then scratches my leg in the dark.