Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

My cat rests on my pillow,
But I feel I must lay down,
I sure hate to disturb him for,
His untroubled sleep is sound.

I try to move him, he resists,
His look says I'm dead wrong,
Finally, he slides an inch,
No more would he withdraw.

So I lay down against my cat,
With effort he gives way,
I stroke his coat of warm soft fur,
His purr says we're okay.