She has become the alpha cat.
She whips the puppies left and right,
And when their Mummy runs at her,
She cheshires off into night.
Her inky skin is stinky clean
Her level eyes have Devil’s charm.
She purred and purred convincing us
Our bell on her was doing harm.
She jumped to scratch the very hand
I used to take her collar out,
But not till she was sure of flight
Beyond the shadow of a doubt.
No more she’s welcome at our place.
No more her meat and milky drink.
She finds me armed with chappals two
And ready if she dares to blink.