Whammy's Gone to Twitch Town

Tabby tiger stripes curled a perfect circle
in the messy folds of my bed.
Eyes wince limbs tremble flexing
small fuzzy boxing gloves as if dangling
sparring dreams from puppet strings.
Thin black lips ajar jutting stiff whiskers bearing tiny teeth.
I wonder what you envision with such fervor;
maybe that mole that got away,
or perhaps the days before the dogs came to stay.