“A Cat’s Home is His Castle”

It’s a good thing cats aren’t predisposed to big egos; if all the admiration went to Buddy’s head, it would be enormous. Peace to your ♥ !

 A Cat’s Home is His Castle

The cushion on the bookshelf is His Royal Highness’ throne,
And Buddy, when he reigns there, is seldom all alone.
One subject comes to shake his paw; the next, to stroke his fur;
A third to scratch behind his ears in hopes to hear him purr.
The final subject simply sits and gazes at his face,
As though to etch each whisker in her memory just in case
Some unexpected Act of Man hitherto unknown
Should erase the hundred photos of King Buddy from her phone.

© Stephanie Malley