So soft, so very warm I hold your small body your face under my chin the rumblings against my neck tranquilizing you rub my chin with your face grass-green eyes blink full of nothing but love and contentment Emma small cat miracle with the white lightning bolt on your forehead the Wakinyan have left their mark Halloween cream guzzler special girl asniwakiye kte Tunkasila Wakan Tanka, anpetu wakan lena unyak'upi ki wiconi waste na igmu waste wopila ececeye. (I will rest and say "thank you" to the creator for the good day and the good cat.)
Cats aren't good--just good at not getting caught. I know, I have one of the monsters, or rather, he has me. The thing about cats is, they were worshipped as gods for thousands of years ... and they still remember:) Good post by the way. I like the Native American perspective that seeped in. And the prose definitely captures a bonding moment, freezing it in time.
