Pressed against the one that strokes
Such meticulously maintained mane
Bathing in the scent of her beloved
She brings gifts never asked for
For attention without end
“Hold me close!” she cries
A paw on each shoulder, little motor
Warm rivulets run from relaxed lips
Devoted to love, pleasure, and food
Licks the hand holding organic kibble
Claims the warmth of legs supine
Craves the eyes that gaze away
Such salient signs of submission
Just her being gives comfort
What a great and noble creature
Beautiful and elegant to behold
To be protected and admired
Sweet girl, good kitty, April