Laying there
Curled up
But not quite relaxed.
Worried
That someone
Might think,
“Fluffy!”
And invade his space.
All he wants
Is to be close,
Without being touched.
Same, Frodo.
Same.
🤙🏻
Same.
Laying there
Curled up
But not quite relaxed.
Worried
That someone
Might think,
“Fluffy!”
And invade his space.
All he wants
Is to be close,
Without being touched.
Same, Frodo.
Same.
🤙🏻
jenniebblog 
Aw, he looks just like my kitty Harry. He was that way too. Especially when the kids were around. He’d like to be there but didn’t want them near him.
I can relate! 🙂
I know that feeling of just wanting to be there without being disturbed, so I’m not relaxed. Not a good feeling.
That’s what I love about cats! Love me, but don’t touch. I often feel the same way.
Oh, cats! They’re the best. He’s absolutely gorgeous and your poem captures something quintessentially cat. (And I too can relate.)