Chewbacca the Cat

Chewbacca the Cat
Chewbacca.
Chewy for short.
White with ice-blue eyes.
Meows when I cry.
No, you're a girl, despite your name.
But the name is fitting.
I never knew how much I could love an animal till you wandered your way into our home over 6 years ago.
As you pitter pattered your way into our backyard on a rainy afternoon.
The next few nights you cried yourself to sleep
It made me want to weep.
But soon, you would be in our house, roaming around.
In another life, your name would've been Stitch.
When I sweep you up into my arms, I want to hold you close.
When I force you to cuddle, well, you should cuddle back.
You are by the far laziest cat I have met.
But, I wouldn't trade you for anything.
You're my ball of fur,
little booger, tiger, 
and so much more.
You are definitely my cat because you're sassy, get irritated easily, and love Indian chicken.
I love you Chewy,
and I know deep, deep, deep,deep down
you love me too.
                                                                   


Day 20 of #OctPoWriMo
Prompt: Love Poetry


Sincerely,
Aishah

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