A tiny mewl drew his eye o’er the fence

To a drop of angry, inky blackness

That hissed and spat and arched her sodden back

Rescued, pampered, fed and cared for – she rules

home wherein she dwells, her domain  enspells

A hiss, a spit, an angry claw is law

Her journey from waif to ruler complete

Minions serve at her feet, obey each whim

With soft, fluffy beds to rest in, purring

She relaxes (a bit), one eye open!