My Companion Named Jing-Jing
A long tall sleek black cat With beautiful eyes of green. Always sharp and real tuned in To the ever slightest move or sound. She's always cold and now has her own heating pad to curl up on, And once she's warmed up by the Pad she leaps off her chair onto mine to curl up with her blankie between my knees and sleep the evening through. Everywhere I go, she follows me, My protector from all real and imagined foes. And when it becomes bed time Between my knees she again goes Atop a soft blankie red... Sign in to see full entry.