Sometimes she doesn’t get it.

She’ll get in the way,

and mess up my work,

and she’ll yell for more food

when her plate is half full,

and she’ll rub against my elbow

as I’m typing something important.

Then she’ll sit on my papers

that I’m trying to review,

and once I move her over,

she’ll crawl right back to the same spot.

Sometimes she doesn’t get it,

but when she purrs

I do.

I finally get it.