fur ball master

a small ball of fur purring,
smart as an Einstein,
if one denied him his favorite food,
quiet awaited

when one leaves at night,
sure as Swiss watch,
soon it was shaking calling another
to change the meal ...

at five in the morning, right and known,
she sat on the cushion,
until I woke the other because it was time to eat,
and the sluggards to sleep ...

so cold, in August she was already looking for the blankets,
only coming out for chocolate or shrimp,
a sweet girl who enchanted me by the sweetness
of real master of the house ...