This shy, little kitten
found frightened, alone,
till I took her to safety 
and gave her a home.

Quiet, lithe and silky
when curled at my feet,
awaiting Master's touch
or a new friend to meet.

A trusting companion
when curled in my lap.
Quiet, shallow breaths
when taking her nap.

Don't tease my Kitten,
make her angry or pout.
You won't like my kitten
when her claws come out.

When angry with me,
I cut her some slack,
for I love the feel of
her claws on my back.

More to this creature
when Master's touch stirs.
Caresses transform her;
a minx when she purrs.

Then she approaches,
Kitten mewling with need,
coaxing her Master's
feral desires to feed.

And feed Master does
as he makes her his feast
until every tension and cry
from her body's released.

Then up rises Master
and her body parts wide;
an irresistable treat for
her owner, slipping inside.

Grasping her collar
and pulling her hair,
exploding together,
eyes locked and stare.

Wrapped close together
in a ball warm and tight.
Now Master and Kitten
sleep through the night.