Queen of the Boiler
She's the queen of the boiler
She can sit there and preen
Stretch out her paws and flex her claws
Meticulously lick her fur clean
But now there are two new invaders
A wet muddy brace
Of boots put to dry where she likes to lie
In her own special place
With a meow of
protestation
She has curled herself smaller
And with some indignation and sad resignation
Has relinquished some space
It's a good life being a cat !
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