Three Line Lunch: Bliss Eyes Closed (Same Cat Time, Same Cat Place)

an unreliable diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers

Bliss Eyes Closed (Same Cat Time, Same Cat Place) 

Pepper comes to visit me in the bathroom each morning, rubs her white fur body on my naked legs.
Stovetop espresso brewing I sit cross-legged on kitchen floor, gray Imogen in lap headbutts my chin.
Night bed old black Cleo climbs onto my chest and rumbles, rolls onto her back, bliss eyes closed.