Lady of the House

Hi, my name is Niki, my master, Jefferson Davis, is
reclining back in his easy chair. He’s
had a hard day of exams, work, and then he came home and gave me a bath. Some of my friends call their owners, master,
but I call Jefferson, Lord. He’s lord of
the food that miraculously falls into my food dish twice a day, lord of the
water that liquefies into my water dish, lord of my leash, and – unfortunately,
he’s lord of the TV remote control. Do
me a favour, insist that he watch more animal planet, please!

UPDATE: Lord Davis is sitting at his desk, scribbling on blank scraps of paper, like a mad man. I think he’s about to bless/curse the world, with a new poem or two. Ssshh – He’s searching for me, so I best scurry back to his side, so I’m not missed.

Tata

Niki, lady of the Davis household (as long as I can run the hussy’s
off, with my vexatious growling)