My Cat Loves A Woolly

As I sit on the sofa, I’d love a kitty cuddle.

But my cats don’t do cuddles.

They treat me with disdain, turn up their little noses,

And refuse to keep me company on the sofa.

 However, if I’m wearing a woolly

The little black cat is in heaven.

She loves a woolly, loves them so hard

She drools, she kneads, she’s in kitty heaven.

As soon as she sees I’m wearing a jumper

Or even a nice knitted cardigan she races, rushes,

Tears across the room and flings herself across my lap.

Then she snuggles down to snooze and dream

Safe and secure on her woolly, her beloved woolly.

If I need to get up from the sofa she clings to the woolly,

Reluctant to leave yet resigned to her fate.

She’s back like a flash as soon as I sit down again!

I know how she feels; I too love a woolly.

The comfort, the warmth, the softness,

Makes me feel so secure and happy,

Kitty-secure in my woolly, my kitty-friendly woolly.