When I put on my cat dress a slim
sleeveless sheath with mandarin collar and
Caribbean bright colors
I shiver into excitement.

An orange  Shorthair caresses my neck
a cream Persian rests on my chest
the black Bombay slinks around my waist
and a blue-eyed Birman stretches out on my leg.

Artful cats on silk
move and whisper along my curves.
They dream of exotic fishes and pink yarn balls
while I dream of the Champs - Elysees.

Does  the Spirit dress itself up
Or do I dress for the spirit that purrs, tumbles and growls?