Cat Comfort

Though more comfortable

places surely can be found,

my cat edges her

 way onto my lap, plops down

and begins to knead.

 It doesn’t matter to her,

as she lies there and 

purrs, that I was otherwise

  occupied; nor does

 she know her presence lulls my

 busy mind and brings me rest.

                                                                            JDG

 

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