First Meeting Poem by Angela Wybrow

You were friendly from the moment we met;
You headed towards me, then let me pet
You. I savoured your warmth beneath my palm.
By your friendly welcome, my soul was soon charmed.

Suddenly, I got an unexpected surprise,
When almost level were our two sets of eyes.
With your two front paws placed up on my knee,
Upon hind legs you stood gazing intently at me.

You pushed your face up towards mine;
With happiness, I felt my heart and soul shine.
I told you that you were ever so sweet:
The exact kind of cat which I love to meet.

Your friendliness towards me soon rang a bell,
As I recalled a kindred cat named Chanelle.
From her, I'd received a very similar greeting:
She too melted my heart on our very first meeting.

I rhythmically stroked your soft, stripy fur,
And was rewarded with a deep, resonant purr.
Your cool, wet tongue licked the back of my hand -
By this point in time, I was your number one fan.

You circled me constantly - round and round.
An adorable new friend, I knew I had found.
For a while longer, I would loved to have stayed,
But I was heading somewhere, so was soon on my way.