In my emotional womb is where
you were birthed.

You are trapped inside my
scared heart, in twined in
its scar tissue.

You tug on my heart sting's,
with your furry paws and
sharp little claws.

You're purs are divine
and purrfectly defined,
exactly what the doctor ordered.

You cuddle in my heart chamber
warm and soft, leaving your
hairballs like an expensive coat.

You linger on my clothes
furniture and blinds, you
use the litter box like you're
swimming at the beach.

At times you are smarter than
a two year old child
but don't care about a thing,
except for love and cuddles.

Don't forget about the food!

My morning toe nibbles and
rubbing against my legs.

You have a special meow,
that melts my heart away.

Half pur and trill multiple times
saying I love you one slow blink
at a time.

Ginger Beans is my favorite flavor.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton