Stray

Since moving to Concord I have been befriended by a stray cat. We call him Manny - which is short for Man Cat, because he hasn't been fixed. Manny is a snuggle monster; he likes to be cradled like a baby while he purrs and utters little half volumed "mow"s. His favorite thing to do is to lay so his belly is pressed against your belly then stretch himself up to rest his chin on your clavicle, purring but not talking. He rubs his face on your face and if you kiss the top of his head he'll press back like one kiss isn't enough. He's staying outside for now, but he's such a sweetie that I think we might take him to the SPCA to be fixed and checked out. He also needs a flea bath.

I sing to him: Oh, Manny boy, the cat, the cat, is pur-ur-ring. From nose to tail, he rumbles swe-ee-etly. Oh, Manny boy, oh Manny boy, I love you, so.