Black Cats

Cecily Settles

(Beth Thompson)

Cecily settles soft as a thistle; corona of fur seems lighter than air. Cecily preens, her long whiskers bristle; she rumbles a purr, at peace, without care.

Cecily soothes my soul as I wrestle with problems that press, with worries that bind. The sight of her comforts a brain snarled and aching; Cecily settles . . . and settles my mind.

Nurse Cat

(Mary Peat McDonald) Medical science Does not recognize The warm soothing properties Of you light Furry body, Now stretched gently Over my incision. Your throaty Purr Is part of the Healing, Millenniums older than "Electrical Nerve Stimulation."

Your unblinking Yellow eyes are gentle Sedative. At an occasional Night sound Your whiskers Brush my chin In reassuring Communication. The periodic light Kneading Of you snowy Fore paws Is indeed the Laying on of hands.

I know. These are not black cats. But they sure are cute ; ) Monday, Monday. Monday gets a bad rap!!! It's not so bad, right?

Have a mega-faaaaaantastic week,

my little

monkey-kins.

Love ya!

~d

xoxo