Come on over and love me up.
I so admire your big gold eyes and long black whiskers.
He loves the kisses
Rolling and soft murmurs as we watch TV
How relaxing this is.
Every day when I go away,
my attentions he misses
But count on it: He won't be still
Perching out on the window sill
calling out with all his will
singing his heart out to neighborhood misses
And when at last I'm home again
he lets me know
It's been too long wherever I've been
Slipping off my shoes, I softly whisper,
"My, such big gold eyes and long black whiskers."
He's not pleased when men come calling
He gasps on smoke and the stench of beer
They're much too loud, and three's a crowd
But he flaunts his charms when ladies are here
With a kingly stride he proclaims his entrance
Endeared are they, he knows in a glance
"Oh, see those luminescent golden eyes and long black whiskers."
It's hypnotic, peering into eyes never blinking
Those wondrous, golden, moon-like eyes
mysteriously veil all he's thinking
There come times when I'm low and sinking,
glow of life dimming, shrinking
No, not again, down I'm slipping
familiar dark whirlpool firmly gripping
down
down
down
down
ever down
Ebbing low, it's of white zin' I'm thinking
Fond echoes of goblet and carafe crisply clinking
But my friend and savior lifts my mood
and my down spiral he does preclude
After all, it's much better I partake of food.
I reflect that an undesired gift,
a "rescue" of best intentions made
whose denial would have caused a rift
in a friendship nurtured over a decade
This rescue gift, truly more than a gift
A travesty to call it ownership
A blessing, tho' one so grand,
it is only I who understand.
It's a splendid treasure of joy and companionship
Life has its troubles, but it could be worse
I don't exist with the loneliness curse.
T.F.Kaye
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Come on over and love me up.
I so admire your big gold eyes and long black whiskers.
He loves the kisses
Rolling and soft murmurs as we watch TV
How relaxing this is.
Every day when I go away,
my attentions he misses
But count on it: He won't be still
Perching out on the window sill
calling out with all his will
singing his heart out to neighborhood misses
And when at last I'm home again
he lets me know
It's been too long wherever I've been
Slipping off my shoes, I softly whisper,
"My, such big gold eyes and long black whiskers."
He's not pleased when men come calling
He gasps on smoke and the stench of beer
They're much too loud, and three's a crowd
But he flaunts his charms when ladies are here
With a kingly stride he proclaims his entrance
Endeared are they, he knows in a glance
"Oh, see those luminescent golden eyes and long black whiskers."
It's hypnotic, peering into eyes never blinking
Those wondrous, golden, moon-like eyes
mysteriously veil all he's thinking
There come times when I'm low and sinking,
glow of life dimming, shrinking
No, not again, down I'm slipping
familiar dark whirlpool firmly gripping
down
down
down
down
ever down
Ebbing low, it's of white zin' I'm thinking
Fond echoes of goblet and carafe crisply clinking
But my friend and savior lifts my mood
and my down spiral he does preclude
After all, it's much better I partake of food.
I reflect that an undesired gift,
a "rescue" of best intentions made
whose denial would have caused a rift
in a friendship nurtured over a decade
This rescue gift, truly more than a gift
A travesty to call it ownership
A blessing, tho' one so grand,
it is only I who understand.
It's a splendid treasure of joy and companionship
Life has its troubles, but it could be worse
I don't exist with the loneliness curse.
T.F.Kaye
Over the years, I have had several girlfriends who had large male cats, whom they adored. Single and living alone for various reasons, it seemed to be all they needed. How many single ladies have you known that live alone with just their male cats?
