He is a cat.

He keeps to himself
tending to his coat,
lounging in the sun,
pouncing on tufts of dust mice,
watching.
But he says nothing.

He’s not in a cuddling mood.
Sometimes he hisses.
Sometimes I see his cat-smile.
You can’t make a cat cuddle if he doesn’t want to.
You can’t make him sit on your lap.
But you can love him and share a room or a pillow.
You may hear him purr.

He is a cat.
He keeps to himself.

And I am a crazy cat lady.
I will always accept him as he is.

(November 4, 2018)