In the room of cats, lime green eyes peer round corners and ears ***** up through the lions mane.

Arching their backs like a bridge, terrified of what is to come.

Prowling at night like an owl surveying it’s prey, going from branch to branch.

Furiously lapping day old water, trying to quench it’s thirst.

Crunching the mouse’s head, proud of it’s catch!

they like to eat plenty of food like a lion with it’s pray,

and like to climb like a squirrel up a tree.