An everyday stroll out stops at the doorstep.

Fur, bones and a sweet soul

Calls for the attention of any bystander

"Meeeeeeeeeoooow!"

I'm not saying I speak cat,

But now and again

I use context clues to understand their prose

Despite an eye infection, countless fleas

And possibly not  a meal in weeks

I'd never heard a cat purr so loud

Now my Spike makes me that happy everyday

With a swagger in the gait of his delicate white feet

And playful yellow eyes plastered

Amongst a sea of staggered black and grey stripes

That never seize to plop down on my pillow every night