The cat knows when I’m sad.
Grey and white marble markings.
Medium length hair, a long tail.
He rubs against my shins.
And nuzzles them with his head.
Then he gets up on his hind legs,
and reaches up to me, little paws.
Little claws snag my clothes,
so I pick him up and hold him close,
he needs at my chest, and he purr’s.
He nuzzles my chin, and talks to me.
It’s hard to stay sad, with this cat.
It feels so nice to be loved like that.
Ezio the kitten, my little furry pal.