Touch my throat. I do not snarl.
I am by these times domesticated
Wholly. Look. I fall back, curl
And stretch, by your lavish hands made languid.
I am not dangerous. You cannot
Doubt me longer. See how craftless-
A cat to tongue your hand or set
Body against your legs, press,
Arch. I require food and affection.
Shelter me for your pleasure and thus
Spend to advantage. You are a man.
I am your mere cat. You could be generous
Or you could pick me up by the scruff
And toss me out. The lady tigress
Would not let you, or she-wolf,
But I will not hurt. Believe, and place
Your hands, your mouth, here on my throat
Where I am most vulnerable. See,
I am tame. Rest easy, you who thought
Me violent. You are safe with me.