The Flower Eater

I had a nice pretentious picture all ready to go when, just before bed, in she crept keeping a wary eye out for my cat.
My cat was asleep in my lap and so the flower munching began.
She's been here for a large number of months, finally being acknowledged as no longer a visitor near the start of the year.
She does not get on well with my cat and this room is my cats territory, whereas she has the bedroom.
Thickit on the other hand bats between both cats and all rooms.
He's brilliant, just too stupid to understand that they don't want to play with him. So he keeps at it. It may take six months or so but eventually, like a summer hit song, he is accepted before he drives them mad.