Massaging her pinnas, caressing her head,
I stroked her stifles, thinking it was correct.
Her enlarged mesenteric rested on my legs.
Paws cuddled up beneath her.
Tail clenched around her bladder,
as I threw a glance at her.
Ah! she yawned.
Her minute incisors and detrimental canines,
formed while keeping her carnivorous ambitions in mind.
My disarrayed thoughts,
slowly started falling in line.
Her intricate whiskers caught my eyes.
Her patterned fur made my eyelids rise.
Oh, her muzzle.
The philtrum leading to the nares,
Like an upended anchor, if I may as well compare.
My hand now slid down her neck.
Her trachea produced an indelible sound,
a sound that moved my very soul,
"Pur", she whispered,
it echoed through our bones.
Her spinal cord ran parallel to my chest,
her head now, reaching towards my breast.
Those dreamy eyes,
those effortless smiles,
made my demons bid their goodbyes.
Never had I thought that a cat would have this effect,
of bringing stillness within and peace withal.
If only we could communicate somehow,
to make my pessimism bow down
and submit to her warmth.
The warmth of affection,
the warmth of protection.
The cat on my lap is the epitome of perfection.
