Ode to Leila

Cat fur...

Every day is a good day.

Especially with a cat.

Their nonchalant love sometimes is all you need.

Or if they're nice enough, their pure, nonstop,

FLUFFINESS.

My cat is nice enough.

Somehow I can bury my face into her belly without protest.

Just feel the softness, a thousand puffy clouds condensed and slapped on an animal.

I hug her close, just to know that snuggling a living, breathing thing doesn't compare to anything.

I could squeeze her forever, like a little stuffed animal, but she's alive, so I decide not to.

I pull away and she leaps out of my arms, thankful to breathe.

I look down and... what is this?

Wasn't my shirt black before?

Author's Note

Heh, this is a true story...

Reviews

[Jay_Bluefire]

=D I remember this.......

[Peregrinator7]

You've never seen this poem, I just wrote it out of the blue, so how could you remember this?

[Jay_Bluefire]

No cat problems I had three cats at once a few years back

[Peregrinator7]

oh riiiiight lol

[Locke Redwyne (night sy..]

XD nice
same with my cat XD