Time Under Cat

Thank God for those precious moments
When the cat graces my lap with his presence
A puddle of furry warmth
Purring and making Big Paws
Half caresses, half digging in claws
Hooking my hand with his chin
Demanding my full, bi-manual attention
I daren't even look at the screen
Only my mind is free to write this poem
While my legs go numb
Until some lapse in my Purr-fect
Pleasuring of Him
Makes him leap away or bite me.
Thank God when they end, too.