Bandit's Poem - a tale of Cat worship/encounters

A friend had me over the other day, and as I was trying to write down an idea, his cat tried to steal the pen, which became a game, as described here...

The cat wants to help
his paw comes over the table
finding the end of the pen
guiding the words into a shape
not as my original design was
a more pleasing pattern
but to his feline desires
one touched with his dignity
even as his tail gives away
the moment's mischief in his soul.

After a break for my hand
when he gets his due worship
we try the second stanza
him feigining indifference now
saving up for later I am sure,
then again, right about here
his nose now is on the paper
with his chin steering my pen
a bit gentler this time around
as if he is seriously composing.

Third stanza starts after a chin rub
now he merely observes the process
yawning to inform us all
that this pharoah is bored
and wants things wrapped up
so we can get on to the best part
The coffee and more worship
to the feline gods among us
sitting on the table quiet until
something in the kitchen attracts him.

Mid discussion and cup just right
the return is staged with such smoothness
nose to steaming mug at first
tail draped over page and pen
until turns around for the finale
watching intently, chin nudging suggestions
for me to make small corrections
as we wind up this tale
and get back to normalcy
Where Bandit is the focus.

(11/29/2011 -Dyfedd Rex)