I love my cat, her warmth and claws, I love her fur and little paws, I love her shining, emerald eyes, the way in which she lies, her never ending quest for food, her ever shifting mood, the way she darts in front of me, looks back as if to see if I am coming down the hall, and in my way she'll sprawl. So many things, I cannot count, nor know the full amount. I know you gave; you'll take away. Lord comfort me that day.