She stares at me.
Rubbing against the object of her desire.
Either the brush
or my keyboard
trying to get my attention.
When she accidentally
picks up the laser pointer
in her claws
she will turn to me
and stare as if asking
“Make the red dot come out and play!”
She knows.
My cat definitely knows
who and what is needed
in order to play her favorite game.
Saturn's Premier Poet 