an author’s poem – Melinda Merijanian
Contently curled on the cashmere throw as if it were an inherited personal heirloom.
Basking in the sun as a bikini clad model would, with the expectation of accolades from passers-by. Sleeping all hours of the day and never lifting a paw, since there is the required staff. Dining on meals with a preference of an attentive audience. The nocturnal one, who finds it convenient to wake you all hours of the night, for a snuggle.
Irreplaceable, is this cat to one’s heart.