there is a cat
laying on my chest
sprawled out, belly-up
full body stretch
purring
and I am so overjoyed
i cannot help but laugh
and to me, it is delightful
a small, lovely
fluffy little croissant
laying on me as though
i am the safest place in the world
so naturally, I am floaty
giggly
looking down at him lovingly
trying not to type this poem too fast
in case it disturbs this pocket of peace
but when I laugh
too much
he contemplates the nature of
the situation
decides he prefers
a bed that does not shake
that vibration therapy
isn’t for him
that he prefers the heartbeat
of a blue whale
over a hummingbird
he collects himself
considers his options
and, slowly, dignified
relocates to my window
i am left
wishing I had not giggled
because now my heater
has moved
and I wonder
how many things I spoiled
by overthinking them
reacting too loudly
instead of just
living
how many times
i wrote about my cat
sitting on my chest
instead of just cuddling him
i love
my cat
i love
being cuddled
i love
that when he purrs, he vibrates
which is allowed
but when I laugh
i should be still
obviously
i will learn
to put my pen down
where it matters
and live.
01:26am - 03/04/26 - with Loki.
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— Loki
01:36am — 03/04/26 — on my keyboard
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Comments2
A most warm and cuddly write. Well done
thank you!
You are most welcome
Easy to see who is dominant in that relationship....Puss rules..
he is my little prince. thanks for reading 🙂
You are OK. My lady has a cat - I know the power they can exert....
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