My Carcass

You can have my carcass,
I haven't promised it to science.
Yet.
But dibs have already been called by my cat.
As I lay, eyes shut, on the floor,
She sniffs my face, detects my breath,
and licks her lips,
savoring the future taste of my face.
But if you want,
you can still have my carcass.
My cat won't litigate,
She'll only curse you with a half-hearted hiss,
and jog past you,
abandoning her claim.