Basura Cat has so much charm
She likes to put her head on my arm
She lies on my lap, her arm over my leg
If I were a beer, she would be my keg.
I told her when we first met
That I was looking for a non-needy pet
She meowed, “Then please take me home with you
There is so little that I will ask you to do.”
At first that was true, she would sit on own
But soon she claimed my favorite chair as her throne
Then there she was every morning in bed
Her fur in my face, tail wrapped around my head.
She appears out of nowhere when I play my guitar
Like drunks to last call, late at night at a bar
She chases my toes underneath the sheet
I even have to move her from the toilet seat.
But somehow, someway, she makes my heart light
My buddy during the day, confidant late at night
Everyone should have a Basura of their own
Because no matter what, you’ll never feel alone.
Today’s Musing: “To have a Basura is a wondrous thing” ~ Quote by Basura, owner of me #girlwithguitar
