But Where Is The Purr?

Your shirt is curled up in the farthest corner: A steel gray cloth house cat, napping furtively Head tucked down towards legs, a perfect feline arc Head tilted up, at a heavenward angle Soft knitted fur; with a dogged shirt collar ear Tip bent down, and a single button eye A buttonhole impersonating the other squeezed-shut eye: Too lazy to move an inch, just like a real cat- No energy left over, for fear of intrepid dogs Except for the single plastic eye that's keeping watch Only this shirt cat awaits the washing machine Then to be plucked from it's impromptu nest Of belated laundry: the only missing piece Was the purr.