When time for bed

For him no hot water bottle

No cuddly teddy bear

He had to have his comfort cat

a coal black tiny crooked cat.

When bedtime came

He sought the feline anxiously

And if it was no show

He'd hunt it out determinedly.

If daring to refuse him, then

Bring it gently in his huge jaws

Drooled on, indignant, but quite unhurt.

Then he'd lay down his massive frame

And the tiny crooked cat, affectionately

Massaged his shoulder, purring meanwhile.

Probably after all glad of the free warmth

And total protection afforded him

Sleeping by his side the whole night through.

An unlikely bedfellow for a great Dane!