Two cats

Two cats side by side

Friends not brothers

The big one washes the old one

A caring lick of recognition

Each trying to be close

To the heater.

Oil filled,

It takes the chill away

They stay close in winter.

My third? In a basket upstairs

Snug and happy

The third cat,

Aloof, independent

Smug.

Silly cat

She’s only little but she lives to run and play. Half an hour ago there was thundering paw noises from upstairs then a loud thud and she ran downstairs like she was being chased. I wondered what had happened. I think she was playing, but she had knocked a glass globe off the windowledge. Nothing was broken, but it had clanged off the radiator and thudded onto the floor. It has now been moved somewhere safer! She’s OK, just as cute as ever.