Wee little beastie; though now you’ve grown.
Once a dust bunny, underfoot,
To my silent confidant,
With purs that dry tears,
Blanket of fur,
Brazen tail wags,
And vast eyes,
My dear
Cat.
I'm posting something fun for a change! It's an angst-free zone this week.
In all seriousness, Luna, my black cat, is much more to me than a pet. I adopted her as a kitten for emotional support while recovering from anorexia. She kept me company when I lived alone in University and I didn't have friends