The house is cold, as i try to save on the electricity bill.
I need to fetch some water and so i move.
The little bundle on my lap stays there unconcerned of the motion in the beginning.
Then it gets up, stretches while still on my lap and finally leaps onto the benchtop.
I immediately feel the loss of her warmth.
I look at her, pet her and say "Thank you kitty".
Thank you for the warmth and love you give to me.Thank you for always being there with me, even when you sit where you are not supposed to, like on my notebook when i' m writing.
Thank you for waiting for my return to home and welcoming me with loud meows even before i open the door.
Thank you for sniffing my face and licking my eyelids when i' am laying in bed.
Thank you for being naughty and play with the yarn as i try to crochet and play with the rubber band as i try to seal a plastic bag.
Thank you for every major or infinitesimal thing you do.
Thank you for being.
Thank you.