The Comfort Of Cats By Joanne M. Firth

I saw him through the glass

Sitting patiently

In the chilly afternoon air

Neither anxious or worried

That the glass would keep him out

For too long

I let him him

In a timely way

The cold wrapping around my hand

It’s much warmer inside

He strolled in grateful

And trusting

Checked his dishes

Always fresh and full

A lap and a chew

Was all he needed

He’s lucky that way

He found me where I was

And came beside me

Expressionless and stoic

Knowing he is adored

His body still and awaiting attention

Stroking his soft fur

Scratching under his chin

Rubbing the coolness from his ears

His voice rumbling

Like a finely tuned engine

Finally finding his spot

In the nook of my bent knees

Curled up and lulled to sleep

Sated and satisfied

Life’s simple pleasure

Of which I treasure

With loving importance

The comfort of cats

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10/19/2014

Joanne M. Firth