There’s nothing quite as pleasing,
As waking up a cat.
My fingers scratch him gently,
Just behind his ears.
At my touch he balls up tighter,
As if he wants me to leave him alone,
But we both know better.
My fingers move down,
And slide under his neck.
Without opening his eyes,
He licks my hand,
And stretches out his hind legs-
His little toes spreading in the air.
My hand moves again,
And slides onto his belly.
It’s incredibly warm,
And now, when he’s just waking up,
He’s at his absolute softest.
He licks me again, purring,
And turns himself over on his back,
So I can give him a proper rub.
I oblige,
Before running my hand up,
And scratching his little chin.
He tilts his head back,
Enjoying all the attention,
Before finally opening his eyes,
And meeting my gaze.
“Good morning.”