my lady

Awake...

I hear the creaking of floorboards, faint scratching sounds and the slow moan of my doors hinges as it none-to-hastily opens. Soft padded footsteps approach the bed where I lay, then silence.

What was that I felt brush against my foot? I wonder what mysterious creature of the night has come to visit. Seconds later in one graceful bound the mysterious creature lands on my chest and gazes at me with the most hypnotic green eyes, their depths as deep as a bottomless well.

Tearing away from the creatures compelling gaze I realise, it’s not a creature, it’s My Lady the cat.

At that realization gaze becomes a glare as if My Lady read my thoughts. My Lady seems to be offended by me calling her a cat. “No, not a cat, she’s a lady... My Lady. All poise and pose” I whisper reassuringly to My Lady. Immediately My Lady assumes an air of contented superiority.

Curled up, purring on my chest My Lady is lulled to sleep by its rising and falling as I breathe. I lay deathly still as not to evoke My Lady’s erratic rage. It would undoubtedly result in three parallel lacerations cut unforgivingly.

Graceful, beautiful, detached...  vicious.

My Lady is pretentious, unpredictable and seems to be able to read minds;

But I love Her.

She’s my cat

Did Her ear just twitch?-

Scratch!

Blood slowly trickles

My Lady regains composure and resumes supposed slumber.

Psychic abilities affirmed.