His black face is relaxed.
His long body taking up almost the whole ottoman.
His soft snores make me smile.
His fur is growing back after his last hair cut.
A sleeping cat is a happy cat.
Almost 11 years old, he still plays and cuddles.
He makes my day everyday.
2 thoughts on “Poem 7 Hour 7”
I can relate! Such a cat person. There’s nothing quite as soothing as a sleeping cat. Very nice work.