I love this old orange tabby cat.
He follows me, lays down next to me,
just seems to want to be around me...
makes no real demands,
other than the occasional wanting to be petted,
or his belly rubs,
and he looks up at me and talks to me,
and I answer back, and he follows me...
He is comfortable where I am,
and I am comforted by that.
I do not deserve him,
but I am honored by him so very much.
He gives me a reason to smile,
a reason to feel good.
I love this old orange tabby cat.

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