Stroking your fur,
I sink into your purr
And I feel my anxiety lessen.
The stress of the day,
Floats so gently away,
In my life you’re a wonderful blessing.
I cuddle you tight,
When things aren’t feeling right,
You don’t judge,
You don’t tut,
You just listen.
You allow me to speak,
When I’m low or I’m weak,
Cat-less folk do not know
What they’re missing.
This says it. There is also the joy in watching cats play or crawl into boxes or lie on the paper you’re writing on. They are truly blessings in our lives.
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Aw, I love your poem. Your kitty cat looks so soft and cuddly. And they are good listeners. People assume they’re aloof, but they’re not. They are just selective. I had a ginger boy called George. I could look for him top to bottom in the huge garden and not find him. But let me sink onto the bedroom floor and have a cry, and he would appear by my side seamingly out of nowhere. He would comfort me better than any human could. Everytime I cried. It was uncanny.
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I run a weekly tummy rub Tuesday AND a weekly cat poetry section on my blog. 🙂 would you like me to repost your poem on a Purrsday poetry slot? 😀
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Oh I’d love that! 🙂
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Woohoo 😀
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poem has been added for this coming Thursday and tummy shot for TRT the tuesday after. 🙂
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thank you 🙂
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You are welcome ^^
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Adorable poem!
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thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on GettingrealwithPTSD and commented:
Much love and gratitude to Meeshka – my friend’s sweet purring therapy cat
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This is the first poem I’ve read by PookyH – but not my last!
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You will be spoilt for choice, I have been writing poetry which ranges from appalling to mediocre once a day for nearly two years now…
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I come for the tummy rub, Pooky. We love the poem too. Granny says we’re good healers 😀 Pawkisses 🙂 ❤
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