You want all the caressing and nuzzling and scratching and loving you can get? Be a cat!
We have a cat.
Boots. Black, white chest, white feet, tuxedo coat; Boots.
Boots saunters in.
Boots is soundless.
Boots glides on all four feet, long black tail gently bending and curving this way and that,
stroking the air, detecting.
His whiskers have little fuzz flecks.
His black fur has little fuzz flecks.
Boots is here, but,
where in the devil has Boots been?
Detection's needed to locate Boots' hiding spots.
No one ever knows where Boots spends his days.
Many times Boots doesn't come when called.
Open a can of kitty food? Boots'll be there!
Today's Garage Sale day.
Never inside is Boots allowed, but
he takes advantage of inattention and rests on folded sequined purple material.
Almost camo, but no, he's detected, "Off of there!"
Female shopper feeling empathy reaches for a furry caress!
Arching, slinking, and total immersion in affection,
and then obseqence, slipping to the floor.
Later, other garage sale shopper stops at the money table,
Boots is there.
Jump. Up on the table. Curving body around the money box closest to the customer. (Traitor.)
Beguilingly begging. He wins.
Gathered in arms for close chest cuddles.
More petting takes place between cat and cat-lover.
"Boo-oots!"
Sale customers are gone.
Cat is gone.
Ut-oh.
Together they wouldn't have secreted off, would they?
A mutual love fest?
Boots was gone.
Teen customer squeezes out an exclamation, "Ah, look at the pretty kitty."
Huh? Where?
Quick! Find that customer.
Ah ha, cat found!
For hours Boots slept
in his hiding place.
Well, you sneaky cat!
Cat stays.
In the box, on the linty rope.
Behind box for sale.
Nothing to view -- but the ear.
More customers come.
They come and go,
Boots in his zone;
the perfect zone where everyone passes through
and benevolent hands, too.
Love strokes, tender caresses,
belly rubs, ear scratches,
nose scritches, tail skimming,
much appreciative affection given.
Be a cat!
You can have it all!
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