Ode to Stanley

I thank the Power above for sending me Stan to love. Sometimes I find him rude when just after he’s poo-ed, He stands on me in a mood meowing loudly for food, Pokes me in my eyes with paws and combs my hair with claws. After feeding he’ll nap or come and sit on my lap. I’ll stroke his silky fur, hear his pneumatic purr And cuddle him to my chest,round my neck his paws rest. He’ll give me a fishy kiss and we’ll both be in bliss. When he’s asleep once more I listen to him snore And reach a meditative state, content with furry mate. We connect heart to heart- I wish we’ll never part. I feel unconditionally that- I love my Stanley Cat!