Cooing and purring softly in my warm embrace.
In my protective hands, gently carried.
Sound asleep from the day’s play.
Fully satisfied with the day’s meal.
Turning and purring as I fondle with the hairy skin.
Playful touches speaking millions of love.
Jealously guarding as others try to fondle.
Turning my back to the children who attempt to play.
With my back turned, no one saw.
The glares from its dreamy blue eyes.
Daggers thrown from the stares.
“oh it’s awake!” I coo mindlessly.
Until it reached for my finger.
Not to fondle but to bite.
I scream but refuse to let go.
“it’s probably scared” I think as I endure the pain.
Turned away from others who could see and probably help.
I try to soothe it with warm pats.
Then it strikes with scratches from its claws.
Intently I look. Deeply I now see.
It was never a kitten.
A little cub it is.
