Cats are perfection
They don’t need much
They don’t need to be walked
They don’t need toys, they will make their own
Cats are a soft love that needs no fuel
They are happy with soft blankets and cuddling
They make their approval know
And they disapproval apparent
Cats can be cold
They will destroy your things
They are independent
But when a cat loves you their love is pure

Author: GillianS

philosopher, iconoclast, technoboy, musician, conjuration battle-mage, dean