Noire, farm-cat semi-retired

While she saunters like a panther,

Her claws won’t retract any more

So take care, though

This can still be useful –

A warning of her killer potential,

Catching birds belongs to sun-warmed dreams,

An expensive biscuit diet is

Tasty, but kidney pills

Hidden in cheese a treat –

At 100 she sits, the centre piece of our table,

The human lap is an occasional solace

The human voice too,

And the donkey a companion

Of the barn, but cold wet days

Are best slept through.