Cats

Cats are simply the cutest cuddliest puuuurrrrfect 
human beings.
They love to keep a watch on life from on top the 
highest things.

They're warm and softly flexible so to wrap around 
your neck.
Yet stubborn enough to stand firm ground no matter 
your bark or beck.

Highly intelligent with senses extremely alert and 
profoundly keen.
So selective with their affection that some may think 
them mean.

When you bring them foods and treats of their best 
smells and flavors.
They nobly go to great lengths and time to return to 
you the favor.

They are aware of your motives and know you 
through and through.
That when you're sad and lonely; they know just 
what to do.

They'll come to you with cuddles and rubs; to give
you much better things to think of.
They'll lick you tirelessly from bud to stem; because 
in their minds you belong to them.

They may take leave of your presence from time to 
time but to you will return again.
Truly they earn their right in your life to be your 
closest friend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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De Beaulieu Avatar
September 19, 2019 at 2:06 PM
Hello Niyna Che, I have enjoyed this poem. Reading this poem made me feel like I feel the licks from the cat. So very comforting. Have a nice day my friend.
Desangre Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 10:56 AM
My cat was a joy to have. After I would bathe and trim him, he would in turn, lick my hands and arms in appreciation. I never let him get near the face tho... no face licks! .....I have my limits :)... ***Niyna
Krutsinger Avatar
September 18, 2019 at 6:30 PM
Niyna, great write. "That when you're sad and lonely; they know just what to do." - for sure!
Desangre Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 10:53 AM
Isn't nice how our pets are in harmony with us and have compassion towards us as we do them? One day my aunts' cat brought her a fresh live mouse because she would alway bring him, George, presents. She was sad that day. When he dropped it in her lap that certainly got her spirits up!!!
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