The Stalker

The cat stared at me all day long
Blue eyes moving away as mine met them, whole body collected
my apparent spirit animal became my stalker
no furry balls, no string, no laser point could distract it
I think it was a trick
I think there was a real pair of eyes behind that porcelain facade
reading my every move
keeping a track of where the milk was going.
The milk!
could it, could it really be
that a real pair of cat eyes was monitoring the lactation off of my breasts through that cheap gift on my desk