A Love Like That

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 03 Jan 2010
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16 comments
 

She nudges your hand
with her head; you almost
spill your gin and tonic.

Flexes her claws: drags them
the entire length of your leg.
You grin and bear it.

She proceeds to pummel
your more than ample thighs;
a sign of affection, or at least
that’s what I’ve read.

You feel warm inside –
bleeding, but a little.
What I wouldn’t give for him
to love me like that.

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Comments

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Sweet wistful poem :-) mine's three and half months old, sitting on my shoulder,purring and investigating my ear canal, makes typing interesting! xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Know exactly what you mean;-) They do have that way about them. But as you say, makes life interesting and, more importantly, challenging. My thanks to you for reading and taking the time and trouble to let me know you enjoyed it. Tina xx

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand great poem, do I detect by lenchenelf comment it's a cat. julie x cavalcader

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Julie...you are spot on;-) Happy new year to you and yours, and my thanks to you for the purrfect comment;-) Tina x

 

Submitted by shoe on
mine does the pummeling with claws out,ouch! sure it's just cupboard love though, :~}

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
How right you are, shoe. Ain't it all cupboard love though?;-) Thanks for reading. Tina

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
I prefer dogs but you couldn't write something as romantic about dogs....mind you; slurp, lick, leg humping, hmmm, maybe ;) The last two lines suggest more; lovely poem, with possibly a sub-text? Your usual standards are upheld Tina ;) XXXX

Submitted by Beeme on
I love the poem Tina. Mine enjoys walking across the keyboard as I'm typing and pummeling with claws out ;) Love the last lines. Beeme xx

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Chris - no flies on you, and that's for sure;-) Really do appreciate your comment. Our cat, Chessie, bless her...used up her nine lives at the beginning of November; almost eight years to the day when she scurried into our kitchen from wherever, one bonfire night. Once again, my thanks to you, Chris and all the best for the new decade. Tina XXXX

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Beautiful poem Tina that does really give me a fuzzy feeling inside ;) I happen to be allergic to cats but surprisingly am a cat lover! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Well, dear Magic...here's to that fuzzy feeling. My daughter is allergic (seriously) to cats but one day a cat was literally forced upon her, and so, after spending one night in hospital after a particularly bad reaction she took the bull by the horns so to speak (or, more precisely, the cat by the whiskers) and gave it a bath every other day. Apparently it's all in the dander. Seven years later, daughter and cat are fine and going strong. Mind over matter, perhaps. My thanks to you, as always. Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
Hi Tina, this is a beautiful poem that brought tears to my eyes as it reminded me of my beautiful ginger girl who passed away recently. She used to do exactly the same sorts of things too.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there. I've missed you;-) I know exactly what you mean. This is my 'tribute' to our Chess. She was black and white and beautiful, as your 'ginger girl' was beautiful too. They 'wheedle' their way into our hearts and there they stay. Tina

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-spun-sand Yes I thought it was about "Chess". My belated dad cat travelled from seafront to top road, his home then. They sense thing's so quickly."king" white cat sit his shoulder he taught him take meat out his mouth, and rattle back door latch on a window sill, at the time get in.But "Marmalade" once had a rat trap on his foot from an orchard. muts go cold. julie x

Submitted by rustyice on
a poem for a cat! well that takes some love. only a woman or my messed up life can force me to get up in the morning and write stuff.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
;-) Ta for reading any road. Tina