My Royal Purrrrrson


I live now with a fur ball; Miss Shelly is her name
Please don't tell her she's a cat; she thinks we're all the same
To her there’s just one difference; her blood's the royal kind
I'm here to do her bidding if I'd simply read her mind.
Her food should be the very best; of course I am to know
I must never serve a flavour, two times in a row!
My princess has a "special spot"; it's exactly where she chooses
She’ll teach you very quickly, don’t disturb her when she snoozes.
As she heads to her “facilities”, you best have cleaned it chum
For where you find the “unclean stuff” you’ll find no princess bum.
When Her Majesty has done her “job”, I'd best be close to hear
Her royal thumping on the box, that is my cue to clear.
If one should get too busy, while sitting at one’s desk
She’ll climb upon her throne by me and tap me on the neck.
This time she’d like to go outside, for this I must go too
For if the wind should touch her fur, she almost has a poo!
This usually is the evening time, and as she quickly runs inside
Madam heads to her favorite bed; my sharing she abides
When I think she is too spoiled, to the point of utter pain
That's when she nuzzles in my neck and “sings” a sweet refrain.
She’ll “mark” me with her soft furred head saying, “You are mine”
I am humbled by her trusting love; we’re together all is fine.


®Margie Fortune April 18, 2006