Into The Belly Of Death Rode The Five Fingers

Claws to the left of them
Claws to the right of them
Fangs in front of them
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but to cuddle and die
Into the belly of Death
Rode the Five Fingers

If you don't know the poem.  Apologies for the rubbish adaptation.

I ventured out to get something for dinner.  I'm now absolutely kaputt.  I may not eat anything and just go to bed instead.

But.  Nisha doing cute.  You would probably like to have a stroke of that belly too.  She'll bite you though.  Not hard.  But you do not take liberties with Nisha.