Woosh a whisper brushes up my pants cuff.
An apparition the soft silky fur tickles my shin ever so pleasantly.
Shadow in the amber lit room, is it a remembrance of a dawns haunting dream.
Scampering not the least of utterance not an echo to behold.
Gentle pressure on my lap, the ease of a pussyfoot cozy place to lay.
Humming purr as you pelt is stroked with gentle cresses.
Nap in my lap feisty pussycat .
Attitude of self righteous, parade to the vittles I indulge you.
Ever such of friend with feline gratitude.