The squeak of the door
Alerts them to our imminent presence.
Coffee in hand
they circle my feet
brushing up against my legs
wanting to be petted.
My cats are no so happy that these felines
have my attention.
Hopefully someday they can be friends.
At least I am friends with the neighbours
who own these friendly felines.
After a good chat
I step back inside and divert my attention to my two poor neglected kitties.
Saturn's Premier Poet 