There is a Cat

There is a cat

Sitting on my lap

And she’s just as distracting

as a child

She is purr-y

And fuzzy

and oh so love-y

But she is just as good

as my daughters of

keeping me from working

as far as she is concerned

I should just be petting her

over and over and over again

stroking her fur

scratching her head

She pushes my fingers and hands

away from typing on the keyboard

But unlike my girls

She doesn’t want to play

She simply wants to be

worshiped

Because that is her way

and the way of most

Cats

This one seems to like me best

And all I did to deserve this

Attention

was ignore her when she first

moved in

I let my hubby and the girls

Love all over her

While I continued with my life

and getting things

Done

And now I am her favorite one

To ask to love her

I rarely seek her out

Other than to make sure she is

In fact in the house

Before we leave or night falls

But most of the time

It is she who comes

To find me

To lie on the floor

While I am working

To steal sips of my

Coffee

To cuddle up with me

For naps or bedtime

(Especially if it’s really hot)

She doesn’t seem to mind

The girls, this second hand

Cat of ours

She shows up when they cry

and she sleeps on their bed

She bosses them around

To make sure she’s fed

She loves on my hubby

And climbs in his lap at night

For snuggles and rubs

and to crawl under his blanket

On the extra chilly nights

But she seems to follow me around the most

Hanging out

Keeping away the ghosts

And just keeping me company

Day in and day out

Which most of the time is

silent

And only needs a few pets

And isn’t the demanding,

hungry

whiny

love of my girls

instead.