sits, roly-poly, wrapped up in herself like a gigantic, fluffy trilobite
her face hidden behind
her sweeping tail.
One gleaming green eye opens
to regard the human interloper,
that simian coloniser of her space
on the sofa with begrudging favour.
As I sink into the cream cushions
and reach out to ruffle her brindled fur
she miaows, a sound equal parts greeting and request,
then purrs extravagantly,
rolling on her back to reveal a soft, white stomach
warm to the touch of gentle fingers,
ready to be stroked.
Another poem about my cat, who seems to be nesting on the sofa now in response to the weather changing! If you like my cat poem and would like to read more, please also see, ‘Sonnet to my Tortoiseshell Cat’, ‘Lap-Sphinx’ and ‘Lost cat’.