The heather soft one and the satin black
curled; resting quietly at my feet.
The mother and her milk are far distant
memories, dreaming, lonely doth they sleep.
Hissing, jumping, cattail and paw boxing
whining, crying, tail twitching while eating.
Kneading, fluffing, curled up against my side
purring, stretching, eyes gazing into mine.
The gray and black safe from neglect and harm
The gray one and the black one
now cradled in my arms.
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