My Cats

I run my hand, through
soft, silky black fur,
then move to a scratching motion,
of the fingers.

My Cat looks up,
purring loudly, but soothingly.

I'm lying down, on the couch,
my cat,
on my lap.

I see his ears perk up,
as he hears the sound,
of his brother,
stealing a bit to eat, from
the kitchen.

He stands up,
stretching,
and jumps off the couch, passing
my face.

The smell of his fur,
lingers, on
my nose.