Impromptu

cliche rain pitter pats but the cat has claws so walks with a rasp across the wooden floors on all fours she brings me a squeeze toy she pleases and teases herself with but i admit it's plastic and stiff and doesn't fit to my liking likely only to lick to taste where 'twas dipped and so sniff there and where my fingers were that i find flesh for to squeeze and hear the sound of another play toy that doesn't meow but now softly sounds purring burying me in her mound