Quite the Proper Cat

.
 

her name is Pandora

she’s quite the curious sprite

she never met a box

she didn’t quite like

but she’d want you to know

she’s a Renaissance Cat

her horizons are curiously

quite broader than that

she finds cabinets and drawers

to open on her quite daring quests

and a houseful of closets with doors

that she can easily swing

some old boxes, some old bags

- and me –

which to her I am sure

are quite the same thing

just before dawn breaks

she comes into my bed

if it’s cold or quite rainy outside

a soft paw awakens me with

a gentle tap-tap-tap on the mouth

because she knows that quite obviously

that’s where I hide

if I open up yawning she peers

in with a look not quite benign

(for hours in cat time

but minutes in mine)  

 Her face etched quite clearly in thought

her concerned eyes lift to my own

her cat brow unusually fraught

eyes wide, she stares at me intently

sending quite worried thought

waves deep into my forehead

to awaken my brain

as if demanding to know

“were you aware? do you care?

you’ve a quite large mouse

living in there.”

she takes another quick look

 quite disbelieving I trust

prim face pulled up tight

into a face of disgust

I can hear her quite well

As if she’s spoken aloud

as she says to me horrified

“you eat with that mouth?”