Heat Pack

As warm as a real cat snuggled up with me in bed.
She purrs as I turn the microwave on.
Matted fur covers her face, hands and paws.
Her slightly browned eye matches her green out-of-place stitches.
One foot bigger than the other the other,
I don’t care but others might.
Her adorable red tongue,
Takes every last bit of dirt out of her tartan coat.
She smells as divine,
As a roast that has just come out of the oven.
In the cold of the night she does her magic.
Her warm body soothes me in my sleep.
Something to grasp when my nerves tremble.
I wake in the morning,
She is sleeping on the floor.
Lucy is my heavy, heroic, heat pack.