A Physical Love

I miss the furry touch of your face the wetness of your tongue kisses, even your hind paws kicking my crotch in excitable ecstasy when I lift you up for a cuddle. The cat is very dainty and careful with the tender parts of my body, but you were always happy to pummel me with your love. Now your dead, and the cat is sad. It threads its slinky body through my legs but won't purr until I call out: ‘Whose a good boy!' Then that silky cat leaps onto my belly and head-butts my chin in memory of him.