The tears slide down my cheeks.
It's been a rough few weeks.
I try to rise, to move, to stir;
But all I can do is cry
Into her fur.
Her tail flicks over my arm.
It stings from fresh self harm.
I sob in tandem with her purr
'cause all I can do is cry
Into her fur.
Her rough tongue scratches my nail.
I stifle a broken wail.
My vision's nothing but a blur,
Since all I can do is cry
Into her fur.
I cannot surmount my situation.
I'm fighting a war above my station.
Perhaps someday some change I'll spur.
Till then, I only cry
Into her fur.
Kindling a purr...
Stroking the cat's back softly
Anyone who's ever touched a happy cat knows how incredibly calming the sound and feel of a rumbling purr can be... cat jumps in your lap you scratch in just the right place for long enough to get one started and there you have it!... instant relaxation for the small price of playing bed and masseuse to another creature... X'D
*w* heehee... I'm pretty proud of my wordplay in the title... X'DDDD
Your puttering purr
flutters against my fingers
sharing in comfort.
I love my kitties. <3
written June 10th 2019
"I will smile, and you wil purrr"
Bba my pet is thinking of me
we are special creation
when one smiles the other purrs
across time and space
smiling purring is the bridge!
I am all smiles
and my precious one purring is
for treats for my tender
cutie pie E.T- of old divine
Across the miles the cyber mirror
death isn death I am Cimi transformer April Aries diamond rare gem jewel
I can feel the purr
in his throat
as my fingers pass
across a trusting exposed neck
He lies, Panther like
across my branch leg limb
where we demonstrate
our approximation of love
between two species
Lost in translation sometimes
a little nip to remind me who's boss
We look into each other's eyes
we have our connection.
Our brother has
claws and teeth.
But never does he look
at us as a feast.
So cuddly and soft he's our
blanket to sleep.
When walking around the lake
he purrs in delight.
For he is our brother from a
that's what our mother says.
But to us he's our best-est friend.
He purrs in his sleep, we quack when
we have bad dreams.
But together were brothers, no matter
our looks, we are family always.
There's a soft grass field in which I lay.
I close my eyes and breathe in the atmosphere.
The soft wind makes the grass sound like an ocean.
But, it's a bit too dark, isn't it?
I open my eyes to a splash of colors and patterns.
Brown grounded coffee beans.
Orange burnt from the sun.
Tan insides of a tree trunk.
Black like singed ashes.
The color of life.
The flowers tickle my cheek.
Stroking my face with a gentle touch.
I feel a raindrop fall on my nose.
I giggle softly.
It's going to rain soon, but I don't want to go.
Everything seems tranquil right now.
I close my eyes again.
A soft sound rings nearby mixing into the sounds of the wind.
It's almost putting me to sleep.
I breathe with the motion of the hum.
I wish I can stay here forever.
The sun is so warm against my face.
I feel nothing but the grass brushing against my skin.
I feel the soft hum enter my lungs and back out my half parted lips.
I want to drink this feeling.
This feeling of comfort, of warmth, of security,
It's so quiet, I feel loved here.
The sun kisses my forehead.
The flowers strokes my cheek.
The grass caresses my body.
the raindrop touches my nose.
The atmosphere drowns me in serenity.
But I must get up before the thunderstorm comes.
I take a deep breath in,
and I open my eyes.
I exhale out,
with a long and deep sigh.
"I'll be back soon for you, my kitty."
an ode to my beautiful cat, who always fills me with love and care.
King of the park is my little paper lion
he struts his stuff like he owns the world
prowls and growls
rubbing and snubbing
while he eats from is little pink bowl
But he is KING!!
king in his own back yard
his eyes amber and black
as he stealthily creeps
ever so fluffy
and oh so virile
so powerful too
leaving his mark
rubbing the bark
so very King!
'So watch me human,
watch me be magnificent
as i pounce on this butterfly'
"yes.. you are a magnificient derp nugget"
Oh but he does have a nasty streak
attack and retreat
spitting and clawing
meowing and mawing
as his grey fur stands on end
like a bottle brush
and the lazy lion thing
is lazily lounging
after a busy night on the town
spreading his affection
in every direction
he is now king of the chair
king of the cushion
he is declared triumphantly
throughout the land
"THE SOFA KING .. all hail the SOFA KING!"(annoying feline)
oh dear.. my little paper lion..
believing he is king
king of the jungle
'But i am king!
aren't i human?
just of the park maybe
but i am a little bit king- ish.... aren't i?'
silly little pouty McWhiskerface
what a pity
fluffy little kitty
just make your self pretty
pouting and sulking
"Now that is no way for a king to behave
now let me fluff your cushion
*while you drink your milk and eat your Dreamies"
If you have a cat you will understand :o3
Haha i have no idea where i was going with this, some of it rhymes, some of it doesn't.. bit of a mess really..oh well.
But it is all completely how our cats are..
our little paper lions... :o)
Cats **** on your clothes
They sound like sports cars
That's why everyone wants a feline
Just not their ancestors
Well, maybe the ballsy ones