The cat will not harm you.
She’ll eat and sleep.
Barely making more than a peep.
She’ll follow you around and keep you safe,
in her own little way, here for your embrace.
She’ll never walk out,
She’ll never curse your name.
She’ll love you forever,
and sleep beside you who’s in pain.
Because you’re their human, and you mean just that much,
even if he didn’t make you feel anything such.
She’ll be there through it all,
after he’s watched you fall.
She’ll become your shadow to make sure you’re okay,
and sleep through it with you all of the day.
Because you’re their human and she’s here to protect you,
now that you other two have said adieu.
The cat won’t force you to stay behind,
give up your weekend for what they had in mind.
They won’t tell you to stop in the midst of grief,
they’ll curl up next you and fall back asleep.
The cat won’t walk out,
not because the door is closed,
but because you’re their human, and you mean just that much.
And they’ll let let you know this, when he didn’t do anything such.
The cat will need let out,
but she’ll come back at a moments call,
because she heard your sniffling out in the hall.
The cat might not be there the entire time,
but she’ll be there for the biggest part of your emotional climb.
While instead he walked out, intent to leave you there,
there on your knees with his threat now more than a scare.
The cat is going to be there to tell you you do mean the most,
when he couldn’t do it, despite being so close.
The cat will be there with comforts to spare,
to show you how very much they really do care.
Because you’re their human, and you mean just that much.
Even when he didn’t make you feel anything such.