This is a little experiment. It's also pretty much down to inspiration. Marked as mature because, well... I'm pretty sure it's going to get gruesome.
“With poke and giggle, ready to skedaddle,
We peered agog through the cobwebbed door
Straight into yellow glare
Of guardian cats crouched round their idol,
While Ella drowsed whiskered with sleek face, sly wits:
Sphinx-queen of cats.
‘Look! There she goes, Cat-Lady Mason!’”
- Ella Mason and Her Eleven Cats, Sylvia Plath