Darkness has fallen again beyond
the safety of our window.
I'm in the lounge again,
treading my paws over daddy's knees.

He's typing again on that
ruddy site! As I patter to
my food and treats.
Treats from daddy.

He's watching now,
I can tell.
He types slower you see.
Types and watches.

He annoyed me last night.
Asleep atop his bed,
a sofa really.
Then daddy came.

"Bedtime for daddy."
I am in bed daddy.
Find your own eh?
He just gawped.

My eating is over now,
there I am again, upon
his knees.
Stop typing daddy.

At last he stops.
He thinks deeply I
suspect.
Another plot?

Only daddy knows.
As it gets colder
outside.
In this bleak mid spring.