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


am i all right?

i know she is there?

hard to tell with a cat

she will lay across my lap

purr sometimes


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

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott