The cat jumps up into my lapand settles in. Good morning,all is cozy here in the kitchenunder pattering rain. She purrslike a mourning dove, gripsmy thigh with gentle claws,cocks her head back to gazeat me through half-closed eyes.It’s as if we two were alleither of us needed now, always.I rise for more coffee, my catat my bosom, rock her like a baby.
3.14.2016
Constant Companion
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I can relate to this moment so very well. I love the gentleness of your description and the way the speaker realizes a fundamental truth between cups of coffee.
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to have a cat... such wonderful moments you can have.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely and peaceful.
ReplyDeleteMwow. Love this.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's how life was with my first cat, Laurie.
ReplyDeletethis is really cute.
ReplyDeletesomehow, when i think of cozy, cuddly places....there's always a lazy, sleeping kitty inside that picture in my mind.
Ah. So sweet-- though I am terribly allergic--ha! K.
ReplyDeleteI have two cats. They give me such comfort, joy...Love your reflection about yours.
ReplyDeleteAnything constant and companiable these days is priceless, and you tender that perfectly. I have calico boon companion who's always (here). For this time.
ReplyDelete... can't find the words ...
ReplyDeletemy cat at my bosom,
ReplyDeleterock her like a baby
Moments like this that tell us that one can never be lonely even alone in the house. And they are more adorable that some people who sometimes happen to be around.
Hank