She stares at me with baby blue eyes
A curious expression on her face
A pointed nose
Whiskers that quiver
Thinking about the softness of the blanket
Wrapped around her.
The moment she is let off from my careful watch
She darts across the room
Pawing a ball of yarn
The familiar texture.
A content look on her face
Enough to convince me that she is satisfied
In this momentary bliss.
by Sanjana Pendharkar