She walked with around the bed
as if observing the whole of him
sneaking and checking if he was asleep
it was the coldest morning
all she wanted was a hug of warmth
she moved close to him
grumbled at the catch of a peaceful spot
amidst his arms close to his warmth
she tucked herself under her furry self
slowly closing her eyes and giving him the touch of her fur
she cozily slept near his warm hands
like a kitten close to the cat.
A scene I always woke up to, when my brother used to put his cat to bed.