Not a jack-in-the-box but a cat-in-the-box,

And when I am then my life is so rosy,

It may look quite frot, but believe me it’s not, 

It makes me feel safe and, yes, cosy.

So leave me to sit and fossick a bit,

This box is all that I might need,

I’ll get out for the loo, or something feline to do,

Or if I’ve a desperate desire to feed.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016