As I try to write,
Knox sits next to me on the couch,
loudly chewing on his bone.
Murphy, the cat, sits
on the couch’s arm
and nuzzles my ear.
I guess they want me
to write a love poem.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
Sounds right. 🙂 I don’t have a dog but I do know how much a cat can be a muse.
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