Coffee cat
By Ellie F
Published 28 July 2016
Agile as a tightrope walker
He creeps across the room.
Until he sees what he’s looking for.
There it is, but why doesn’t it want to run.
Dark brown, like brewing coffee on a cold winter’s day.
With his bright yellow eyes like street lights in the dark
leading me through my toughest times.
Soft fur that becomes even silkier, after a quick nap.
Over the years, as he grew from kitten to a cat.
He’s grown just like me, both getting older in each other’s presence.
I’ve told him all my secrets, he’s like a friend when you’re in need.
Trust I’ve placed in him, is forever bonding.
He’s earned my trust for every second I’ve had him,
He listens without any questions. No matter if the problem’s good or bad he’s always there to help.
When he hears his name he always comes running to see us.
This is my special cat. I don’t know what I would do if I lost my sweet cat Ice-cream.
