catlady

Cat. CAT. cat. Your fur is so soft, black cat. Your ears are like little radars, they twitch. They tick-a-tick-a-took when you are alert. My hand pets you, smooth cat, and I am lying with my face against yours, inches away, sideways on the bed. Empty bed.

cAt. caT. cAT. You are a good friend to me cat. How can I be lonely when you are here, with your soft fur and your purring. Comforting me :). No. How could I be lonely and think of my lack? That would be ungrateful.

What more does a person need than softness and eyes and ears that twitch and shift and are alert. Oh cat you are so majestic. You do not think of loneliness. You live and are grateful for it. You are beautiful for the simplicity of your Wants. They are your Needs, one and the same. Why want more than what you need? It's not sustainable anyway. I blame consciousness.

Your tail flicks from side to side and I lay my hand down, palm up, to catch your batting tail. Swish swish it touches my hand, so soft, and I giggle inside. Not out loud because I am alone, so why bother. Swish swish comforts me for now.

Suddenly I gather you in my arms and I hug you close to my body, you remind me of something. I love your body, it is soft and warm and fuzzy like love. I cannot think of my lack when I have such a creature in my arms. You are still in my arms and let me pet you. I know you are elsewhere, playing in the sun, catching mice and overturning dustbins. But you let me hold you, without wriggle. I am grateful and let you go. You stretch, your body arching and your claws spreading like parting lovers. I think of mornings in love.

Kitty cat. You are my friend. With you, there is no lack. How could I think of lack when I have cat? No, that would be ungrateful.