The naked, wet man-beast rolls
off, and strides around the bed
to rescue a cat from a hairband. He
stands for a moment, surveying

the scene - cats on the bed, on the floor, me
tucked under the covers. The one-eyed cat
glaring from beneath my denims, and
dancing feathers teasing the dreamcatcher,
breathing colour against a stark wall.

I frown a little and he comes back, crawls
next to me, mirrors my body with
his. A cat curls up near four feet. Knees
enfold knees, a cold, wet
penis against my bum, chest chilly in
winter sweat, on my back, and then
strong arms around.
I rest my cheek on
the hand that's there, and
close my eyes.

Furious scrabbling under the bed.

"It's got your sock again," he murmurs
as he falls asleep.

Categories: Love, Cat, Happy, Winter