I’m dressed to impress; my tail in impeccable shape.
Ears perked to attention, I calmly wait and offer my temptation.
Aromatic aged swiss seems to draw them in quickest.
Braver and braver, their fear is forgotten while they munch and creep closer.
Soon I can touch silky fur and watch as they nibble; delicate hands with a cheesy grip.
Near enough to see my reflection in their beady button eyes.
In my hand.. then squeeze.
Squirming, squeeking, smothering.
Quiet and limp.
Another in the pot.
The next scrambles into place, searching for crumbs and…
More dinner for me.
Art is mine.🐭