Otis, I notice

Likes sleeping on beds

And sometimes enjoys

Curling up by my head

She’ll come in the dark hours

And prod me to show

It’s time to move over

And share my pillow

She’ll tap me quite gently

With padded wee paws

But if I don’t wake up

She’ll put out her claws

There’s no use pretending

I don’t know she’s there

That only invites her

To yank on my hair

It’s better to move

Than to put up a fight

Then Otis, I notice

Moves in for the night.