Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Mag 215 — The King of Cats

He is mine as sure as words
give pause to sweet sighs.

I love the softness of him
I see in his eyes.

He does not find fault in my
demands or my cries -

nor when I rub my big head
on his trousered thighs.

The day I found him I knew
that I had a prize.

So I presented him with
the finest of flies -

and a dead mouse gift also
but he prefers fries.

I like to sit in his lap
while books make him wise -

and I play with the pages
like one of the guys.

When I come home wet he rubs
my fur 'til it dries.

Then I snuggle down with him
and dream 'til sunrise.


Written for The Mag: Mag 215 that inspired with the above image prompt
(The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus).



Fireblossom said...

I love the cat's eye view! As for the stinky gifts, it's the thought that counts. ;-)

Brian Miller said...

smiles. cool taking the perspective of the cat...its gratitude at finding the right human made me smile...made for each other for sure...

Kutamun said...

Gday Lydia, you are obviously quite well versed and high up in the Feline world , and when they once again rule the planet i am sure they will take care of you, ha ha , cheers mate

susan said...

Once again, the cat has chosen wisely.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Yay! for happy cats who delight in the habits and attentions of their humans. This made smile. ;-)

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Jinksy said...

That's a cat's life in a nutshell...

Helena said...

I'd love to swap places with my moggie for a day. You make him sound like true royalty......!

Tess Kincaid said...

Dead mouse/fries...adorable...loved this...

Cait O'Connor said...

I loved this one very much.

Kathe W. said...

wonderful down to the flies! You do know cats!



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