Evening

I'm just having, oh, what you might call a nice evening.
Toe still aching but the cats have been nice, in particular Lewis
who let out a meow cry in an honest and moving rendition
of "Cat Demanding Milk in as Pleasant a Tone as Possible
Given the Situation Which is Not at all Rosy." So I caved-in
and delivered the milk in a saucer on the floor
and everything was peachy again -- that's just one example
of my illustrious life. It's like there's a soundtrack with a snazzy
jazz flute and a high shot coverage from a roof so you see
me in the frame: small, graceful and forever yours.