Mad auntie Pauline was right

She’d waited around for him all day.
Had prepared his favourite meal.
Even wore the earrings he liked,
the swingy ones with the sparkly balls.
As usual he came back late.
She watched him eat. It made her happy
to see him enjoying the food,
but she wished for once he would show
a little appreciation,
maybe some time together on the sofa.
Even if there was nothing to say,
a little affection would be nice.
Instead, he left the room without as much
as a glance in her direction.
She followed him to the kitchen
where he was taking a drink,
and before she could say a word
he climbed onto the worktop
and leapt out the window.
Mad auntie Pauline was right, she thought,
you really do have to try very hard
to impress a cat.