Elastic like stretches with her claws into the Berber weave
She twists to her back and looks at me with her belly posed
I know better than to touch that furry white patch
Pleas to evict me from my chair are in vain
I lean to her and she purrs softly to chin scratches
Just as I twist one second, she jumps behind and takes my seat
This is my response to this weeks prompt “elastic” for the Six Sentence Story. Would you like to join? Go to Girlie on the Edge to get the scoop!