By Hannah Deneve

I spend so many countless hours with you
	As you are my greatest companion 
Especially in these days of loneliness
	Where we are locked behind closed doors
It is just you
	And I

I will never grow tired of you
	You and your comforting presence
Others envy such a bond
	Calling it unrefined--even vulgar
Though we still remain side-by-side
	As always 

My five short fingers and thin wrist stroke you
	This touch 
It bears a strong similarity 
	To one I’ve felt before
It’s a touch I’ve felt countless times prior
	I know of it

It is to you
	My portly, short-haired tabby
That I will fall to during these times of hardship
        Thus, we will be the best of friends
To fight the endless boredom of our isolation 
        To this, we will bond