The Cat Lady
She talks to her cats, they don't reply,
But that doesn’t stop her, no need to ask why.
They rule the house, with paws so neat,
Demanding attention, a cozy seat.
Her wardrobe's a rainbow of fur and thread,
A cat-shaped mug, a pillow in red.
She buys them treats, not one, but three,
And when they nap, she sips her tea.
Her friends all say, "You need a break,"
She smiles and whispers, "I’ll be awake."
For in the night, they gather near,
Whiskers twitching, the purrs so clear.
They are her world, and she’s their queen,
The cat lady, reigning serene.
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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