Including this one nibbling at my thumb,
Her mottled fur just slightly coarse,
Round belly, rough tongue.
As I hold her, stroking her,
Looking in her golden eyes,
Listening to her chirping purr,
Feeling her softness on my skin,
I’m reminded of every
Pink tongued cat
I’ve ever held and stroked.
This one, no longer young,
Is unique, as she leans
Into my hand and talks to me
In words I understand.
©2019 John I. Blair, 11/27/2019