Otus is a chest cat

He still sleeps directly over my heart -
The way he did as a tiny cat 
With fluffy stick-up fur and surprised blue eyes. 
Sleek, long and amber now, with a deep, loud, purr, 
His long paw rests across my chest. 
'Mum' he says,
By laying down his head, 
Tucking his chin into my heartbeat.

LJ Ireton