Black and white slinker

strolls into the room

He who owns the house

but pays for nothing

With a spine bending stretch

paws fasten into the blue chair

Pong. Scratch. Pick. Slice.

‘You twatting cat, none of that’

The look he casts over me

scathing defiance indifference

Again, the claws dig, cut

Making, unmaking, owning Cat Lord.

Prince and Master

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