A Night with a Cat

At night we ascend our stairs But may be caught unawares For as we go up to bed The cat comes too, as I’ve said

He decides at our bedtime On our blanket he will climb Sometimes he’s tidy and neat Curled up there between our feet

But it’s more often than not He wants all the space, the lot Even it seems that I owe Him the space on my pillow

There he lies right by my head And soon he does seem to spread His body out far and wide Such that I get pushed aside

Thus in the night as I turn I have wisely come to learn It’s ok to find a paw But not so great if a claw

Later on during the night I do often get a fright As there next to my bedside Waits the cat and he’s wide-eyed

Though he’s sitting on the floor He is clawing at my drawer Thus forcing me up from sleep Just so I the peace can keep

I have to go to his bowl And him to eat must cajole He needs me to reassure That he has got food galore

Then I do my very best To try to get some more rest That’s what you should do at night And only get up in daylight!