Monday, 30 December 2013

Feeling adored

The cat next door lies her lovely head on my right arm, purrs and tucks her left paw next to me. Every time she interacts with me it is different, yet it is always the same set of endless variations on being physically with me. Her nose is nearly inside my small book of "What the hell!?" poems, but not so close that her sleeping breaths shift the pages. I am typing left handed so I don't disturb her.

I must have been thinking too loudly because she just flicked her right ear at me.

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