Literature
A Cat Therian's Experience
Personally, I love to be touched.
Not quickly or harshly,
But slowly and gently.
As if someone was trying to memorize every line, every hair
I love the contact,
It sends a shock through my skin,
Tingling, electrifying, shivering,
A white, cool ice, twists around my spine and cradles my skull in static.
It's like no other feeling.
And it could be from anyone.
My sister braiding my hair,
A friend and his playful feather,
The gentle scratch of pen on skin,
It thrills me,
And sends me into a momentary high,
I completely understand,
Why cats love to be petted.