Tuxedo

Ode to our treasured cat

Little ball of fluffy fur
Soft as a cloud bouquet
I want to nibble your tummy,
Until you somersault away
Showing we can no longer play.

Like you, I too purr
And snooze endlessly against satiated down duvets…

If I gently flick your silvery whiskers,
You twitch the end of your button nose,
Checking your TomTom’s still alert.

Rumbles of snow pour from your chin,
Tipping through to your sooty cloak
Pure as cashmere and potent oils
Those of lotus and oranges.

I like to stroke quite mindlessly,
Your wilderness and violin bows 
The felt-like pinks of lazy paws,
Risking the fury of your claws, 
Taming your whims and all your meows.

At 4.00am, and without fail,
Your gentle purr drowns out my dreams.
If I resist a tad too long,
You rearrange each of my shelves,
You nibble books and knead my face
Until I greet your tenderness 
With love 
And plentiful kibbles. 

We pout a light embrace,
You knead me solemnly
And nudge me to caress
Your elongated chin.

You sweep your furry tail my way,
And lure me to your dish,
As we both know you graze only with company.

Your big wide saucers flash as you seek pampering,
Blinking a green eclipse, you paw my busy arm
Begging for more petting until I hold you close,
So you can snake away in a contented purr.
 
We have our own language,
I feel every message,
Adjusting to your needs
Learning all your triggers,
As you devour my open heart.

You’re part-time fatal minx,
And merciless killer,
I am your most willing prey.

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The cat has now claimed what used to be our fruit bowl, just so she can be near me when I type! We now have several smaller displays of fruits on the table, no big deal.

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