The Cat And I On Sunday

I wake to the sound of my coughing cat A hairball lodged, to be dispelled And I am reminded of the 'I love you' Still stuck in my own throat He was able to rid himself Of the annoying blockage Me, I struggle for clear airway passage Feeling like lungs will explode From the longing to have you hear me The cat, almost as gray as today's forecast Looks to me with lonely eyes of green Your green eyes once met my morning stretch And your touch was my catnip I wish I had the attention span of my cat He finds quick distraction from everything While I remain stuck in the recall of your purr We both miss your scratches, your scrithes And lying in your lap The Cat and I on Sunday