My cat comes in,
miaows in that urgent voice,
then settles by my feet
to wait patiently
until I finish this bit of typing.
I look at my watch and say,
‘Oh, quite right,
you’re overdue for lunch!’
I reach down to pat.
He stretches a paw
and pats me back.
We go together to the kitchen.
He does not reproach me.
What a good cat!
I like the vignette this paints in my mind. Hope you're feeling better, Rosemary. I read on FB about the shingles.
ReplyDeleteAlas no. It seems the pain may be long-term. But it's bearable, if only just, and I thank you for the good wishes. They always help!
ReplyDeleteThere are no limits in your talent. This was just so lifelike and natural.
ReplyDeleteAha, you've come exploring. :) Thanks for the compliment.
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