My Cat

My Cat

By Daisy Dai

My cat likes to bat at
my laptop, crawling across
my keyboard, poking her
little face at my fingers typing,
until finally I let her lay on my
lap, my computer on my
upper thighs, using one hand
to type, moving across the keys
slowly to make sure she doesn’t
notice, and one hand
to stoke her chest, making sure
she knows,
she is loved

She licks my arm to let
me know she understands, and
she licks my thumbs to
make sure, I don’t
stop.