Oh ,Whiskers

My constant companion.  She is my familiar.  We do not speak through words.  Somehow, I know...I know her love.  I know her moodiness.  I know when she needs space.  It hurt to lose Brody.  I hold her just a little tighter.  She expresses annoyance.  Yet, she lets me.  I take so many pictures.  She lets me.  I spoil her so.  I am owned by her.  I am perfectly okay with that.  Her purr makes me so happy.  She cuddles and I melt.  I can't even tell you that feeling.  Oh Whiskers...:) you are dear to me, my baby girl.