On a cold morning when the loss of a friend is so fresh
That the urge to call for a chat still lingers in the air,
And a cold has kept me bedridden for the first days of the
Month that is short in number of days only,
The best comfort for grief and congestion, malaise and sniffles,
Is to stay quietly in bed with a cat on belly, tail on navel,
Paws tucked at my sternum, gentle purrs vibrating my heart,
Gentle licks on my hands.
