Clearly in charge, she strides in the door, and down the hall

demanding attention and cat nip treats.

She doesn’t tolerate indifference to her need for attention,

or for her treats.

However, when she’s had enough, she insists on her

right to once again go outside and back to her kingdom.

Satisfied for now that her place is understood by all.

 

She enters day-  warmth soaked in golden light.

Enters in anticipation of being soothed as if by a warm bath.

Expecting perfection from numbing agony and sterile indifference-

Wresting each moment of relief from humid surroundings.

Soaks it all in, then rises from the mist tightly clutching

warmth to her body and soul to carry

her through another day and night.

 

Old friends remind us who we were-

the fun we had, the memories we made, and what was important.

Old friends are our touchstone-

they remind us that life was once simple.

Old friends ground us-

Keep us in touch with what is important.

Old friends are comfortable-

They accept us as we are

and as we were.