I once had a black cat.
I miss him very much.
Sometimes to be silly, he would play by himself and I found it amused me but never would he brush against my leg because that’d be demanding too much attention.
Can you be the black cat that I miss? I don’t mind showing you the place that is yours to have. I’m gentle; you be caring. And when it’s time to relax at the very end of the day, if you’ve managed to do things the right way, I might open my shirt and let you rest on my chest. You know I love having your furry head there but I wouldn’t bring anything that close without it first showing that it deserves to be there.