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.

Welcome to the first Friday Catblogging post! I'd like to introduce you to our cats!

In the top corner, born on a rough and tumble farmstead, where she had to fight ear mites, ticks, and 30 other cats just to make it through the day, the Velvet Viper, iiiiiiit's

Booooooooooooooooooof! (Boof)

And in the bottom corner, born in the bowels of a richy house filled with 5 feminine human/demon spawnlings and 4 feisty felines, the Abominable Fluffman, iiiiit's

Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles! (Stiles)