belle the cat
jumps up on my walker’s seat
and rides around the house with me
hanging on down the steps
looking up at me to see
what?
am i all right?
i know she is there?
hard to tell with a cat
she will lay across my lap
purr sometimes
sleep
tolerate affection
claw my hand
bite my thumb
squirm away
snuggle next to me
you never know
she is outside now
at her insistence
being a cat
even though all is snow covered and cold
she is my therapy cat
i am am aiming to be
more like her
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