Last night my beloved was like the moon — so beautiful

Suddenly, I was a Cat! Supple, sophomoric, stubborn coming of age. Leaping, breath held, from the naïveté of a girlhood bedroom into the enticing darkness of the night. With a tap or two, I prowl the branches, lurk underneath eaves, and stalk those frail creatures that might sate this insatiable hunger. Yes, I am a snake eating its own tail. Yes, I have acquired the taste. But I am not so picky these days. I accept when I should refuse, I refuse so feebly it fails. Don't tread on me... unless you want to. Oh, I did love this game of yours, though. And I got to thinking... the strange thing about our invitations to each other is that we always accept, but we never attend. What is that about?