My Feline Friend Lies on my Lap
February 18th 2008 21:00
It’s funny how sharing simple moments with animals calm me down and bring me joy. Having a feline friend makes my day brighter when I come and go.
I now keep an eye out for my feline friend, a tomcat who hangs around the stairs near my place, whenever I go out or come home. Coming home one Friday, hot and sweaty from a twenty minute walk from work, I saw my friend sitting at the top of the stairs. I quickly walked up to him and as usual, he let me stroke his head and rolled on his back for me to stroke his stomach. I sat down at the top of the stairs and my friend gently placed his front paws on my thigh. He watched people come and go and stepped off me, only to rub his body around mine as he circled me. Circle completed, he then stepped on my thigh again. He waited a few seconds and I got what I hoped for: he stepped over my lap until he was standing on top of me before lying on my lap. I stroked the back of his head and back while he miaowed. It was as wonderful as holding a newborn baby. And like a newborn baby, he was light at first but after several minutes, he became really heavy. Luckily, a passer-by jolted him and he stepped off me. I said goodbye and made my way home, feeling good and feeling loved.
I now keep an eye out for my feline friend, a tomcat who hangs around the stairs near my place, whenever I go out or come home. Coming home one Friday, hot and sweaty from a twenty minute walk from work, I saw my friend sitting at the top of the stairs. I quickly walked up to him and as usual, he let me stroke his head and rolled on his back for me to stroke his stomach. I sat down at the top of the stairs and my friend gently placed his front paws on my thigh. He watched people come and go and stepped off me, only to rub his body around mine as he circled me. Circle completed, he then stepped on my thigh again. He waited a few seconds and I got what I hoped for: he stepped over my lap until he was standing on top of me before lying on my lap. I stroked the back of his head and back while he miaowed. It was as wonderful as holding a newborn baby. And like a newborn baby, he was light at first but after several minutes, he became really heavy. Luckily, a passer-by jolted him and he stepped off me. I said goodbye and made my way home, feeling good and feeling loved.
My Kitty Friend
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