sometimes it’s nice to be kneaded… (photograph features Mimi the original needy cat and inspiration for this verse)…

Kneady Cat

Oh, needy cat…
Am I as dough to you?
Were you once a baker
In your nine lives?
Or do you just recall
Your mother’s pap
When you knead me
In that way? Or mayhap
You were a vintner
And I am now the grapes
Beneath your feet
As, treading vigorously,
It seems that you entreat
Me to give up the juice
Of my affection…
Or is it yet some other
Dark and distant recollection
Of being a masseuse
In a parlour far from here
And tiring of abuse
Wherefrom one day
You did but disappear
And (taking-up your feline form)
Set out to seek
A happier ending?

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kneady cat

Kneady Cat