Human dinner time
Crowded around a table
Busy eating sounds

I show no intrigue
My eyes slowly creeping shut
Crouching like the sphynx

Nothing else matters
Until tell-tale signs begin
That scraps maybe soon

Dinner plates are cleared
Knives and forks start to clatter
My "food-scrap alarm"

Asleep to alert
Wakeup with a Witch-cat stretch
My treat must be next

Walking half asleep
Head to where the tid-bits rest
I will get the best

What! Just bones and fat!
You know I expect better!
(Cat leaves in disgust)