Mily, as photographed by Frans Marais |
No, wrong assumption:
The cat is not mine.
We cohabit, Mily and I.
She loves me like cats do:
by choosing my lap for a nap or
perching on my hip until I wake to walk her to her bowl.
She shows her contentment with our arrangement
by sleeping in utter abandonment,
stretched out, totally vulnerable
totally trusting.
I am afraid that I love her too much.
That someday she will not be here anymore
and I will so miss her weight on my hip as I awake to her purring.
She is irreplaceable
not being owned by me.
She will have shared all of her life with me.
That is all.
Matilda
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