 I know I have a lot to do, so many things - see them through. There are clothes to clean, grass to mow, cookies to bake, seeds to sow. But I really can't do all these things in a snap. Because, you see, there's a cat in my lap. He stretches and rolls and gives me a wink, from his sleepy gold eyes - just a small blink. I smooth his long tail and tickle his tummy, he yawns and purrs to tell me that's yummy. The telephone rings. The paper boy taps. No move do I make. There's a cat in my lap. Bright sunlight dances across the floor, to warm my small friend just a bit more. A happy prisoner am I in my chair - some moments of peace - not a care. I think I'll take a little nap, with this soft, furry ball, a cat in my lap. ||Karen Boxell|| |
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