Shuffling, scuffling noises outside the shed
like boots on gravel.
I sit up, surprised I’ve slept.
The door creaks,
I squeak,
and slinking into the shed
like silk
comes a grey cat
with luminous mini-moon eyes.
Pss-pss-pss-pss-pss, I hiss,
tapping my fingertips together,
offering an empty hand.
The cat noses the air,
then turns,
tail aloft,
arse exposed,
shunning my affection.