Pleasure and duty

Green eyes, strong tail, a gentle paw. It’s evening now, but you are much too dignified to beg. Dark fur moves like heavy silk under my hand
Turkey and chIcken from the tin. Just a little milk in the bowl.
After, you rub your satisfied jaw against me and curl your weight on my knees. Your purr fills the air.

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2 Responses to Pleasure and duty

  1. Hildred says:

    ‘Dark fur moves like heavy silk under my hand’, – I like this and can relate to it.

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