Amber
My two humans
Have long firm noses
Hot breath
Seeking fingers
Stroking palms.
My two humans
Lie long together
In the frosty waking night.
They lie in warm places
Closing me out.
Lie long together
In the frosty waking night.
They lie in warm places
Closing me out.
My good place is
Coiled on a warm lap
Under constant hand-caring.
Coiled on a warm lap
Under constant hand-caring.
My good place is
Between feet
By the hot hearth.
Between feet
By the hot hearth.
My one place is
In the bed
Between my two humans
Touching noses.
In the bed
Between my two humans
Touching noses.
Elaine Booth
Mon 22nd Nov 2010 21:55
How lovely - I love the "my two humans". You have captured the essence of what it is to be a cat, I am sure - at least that's how we think it looks to them!