Sables sniffing round my bag
inquisitive as ever
Whats he brought back home tonight?
some pilchards
I can face a bowl of salmon
or a Sprat or two or three
But theres nothing in the bag for her
Nothing she can see
So she's on the cill
back on the floor
Underneath my chair
She's like a Black tea cosy
You won't see everywhere

Misty doesn't seem to know
how to, withdraw her claws
Sables a past master at it
But Misty just ignores
My shreiks, the blood
my poor old thighs
are scratched
Misty please care
but sadly at this time and moment
she wants to be there
But now she's sleeping peacefully
Just in front of me
But where is Max?
he's just outside the door
his tail, I see
There he is Hey Max lad
Come on, come in here
He's going to the attic
he likes it there
its clear
he hides away behind the bed
up there, is his domain
and only when he wants to
will he come on down
again