Cat Lover

My kitties love the hole in my chest;
It's snug and warm, and better than a lap.
They stroll right in and curl up purring,
But they're getting cat hair all over my lungs!
They play with my heart like a catnip mouse—
O kitty, stop!  That's my spine you're scratching!
They're just being friendly, they mean me no harm;
I'd fend them off, but I've only one arm.

—San Diego
11/10/2002