There isn't love unless there's a loud meow begging for an early dinner.
There isn't love unless there's a low thunderous purr echoing into my ears.
There isn't love unless there's a scratching sound of claws against the couch my mother worked so hard to buy.
There isn't love unless there's a hairball waiting to be stepped on when I tiredly roll out of bed.
There isn't love unless there's a wet spot on the blanket from your kneading.
There isn't love unless there's a small head that always finds its way under my hands.
There isn't love unless there's grey fur with white paws.
There isn't love unless there's large green eyes.
There isn't love unless there's you, Junior.
