They say cats have nine lives
And I wonder how many
My sweetheart spent on me.
Her cold nose pressed against my cheek
While I lay near death on the bathroom floor
Her warm purrs keeping my soul
From drifting too far away.
Steady green eyes guarding me,
Lending me her strength,
And willing me to live.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC
They say cats have nine lives
And I wonder how many
My sweetheart spent on me.
Her cold nose pressed against my cheek
While I lay near death on the bathroom floor
Her warm purrs keeping my soul
From drifting too far away.
Steady green eyes guarding me,
Lending me her strength,
And willing me to live.
I wish you’d have saved some for yourself.
