Secondhand cat

The joy of knowing

There will always be more fish coming.

There are laps, many laps,

and you are welcome in all of them.

A raised tail gets petted.

Pens are allowed to be knocked off the table.

You don’t have to be afraid anymore.

There are full bellies

and gentleness.

The voices aren’t raised in anger,

but whispered in giggles.

There is love here

and purring…

soo much purring.

You are not second-hand,

you are first loved.