Cats

The cat made himself comfortable on the roof of the old brown house,
completely at ease, 
almost asleep, 
comfortable and steady. 

We wondered, 
"how did he get up there?" 
amazed at his balance and the acrobatics that he probably used to accomplish his mission.

Over at the barn, the orange cat made his presence known with loud vocalizations, 
once he had your attention he rubbed against your legs and purred loudly. 

Then there was the grey and black striped cat, 
more content to lounge on the barn floor, 
occasionally flicking his tail at an annoying fly. 
Facially, he had the look of contemplating a nap before the heat of the day built in. 

Rory was curled up by the shoes on the side of the bed.
Her tail, culred around her, sleeping. 
No doubt, she had won the latest round of the ongoing, feline, canine battle in the house.
She, having won, was content to sleep in the fading sun through the window. 

Cats with climbing skills, 
acrobatic felines, 
at home, 
high above the ground. 

Cats who are friendly and welcoming, 
purring loudly for a bit of affection.

Cats content to nap, 
to rest, 
while the day heats up, 
an occassional flick of the tail, 
eyes half closed. 

Cats content to get the best of the dog, 
then celebrating with deepening sleep, 
in fading summer light. 

T.S. Deary 
6/1/2023