Cat Plans (true story....)

Sitting there, your yellow, narrowed eyes glaring into mine. 

I know what you think, or should I say what you scheme? 

You plump beast that rolls in the dust. I know your plan. 

Creeping through my house, swishing your tail. 

Jumping on my bed when I dream and can not defend. 

Then laying your fat belly across my face in hopes, of me, to suffocate.