If you see me like this—
belly exposed, paws in the air,
looking far too cute to resist—
what would you do?

A tummy rub?
You know I’ll squirm and kick,
pretending I didn’t want it—
but secretly, I do.

A gentle kiss?
That’s even better.
I’ll blink at you slowly,
the way I say “you’re mine.”

Or maybe you’ll just laugh,
because I look ridiculous—
like a spilled bag of marshmallows
with whiskers.

I’m silly, I know.
But it’s how I tell you
that this place, this life,
is good with you in it.

So go on—rub, kiss, laugh—
any answer is the right one.
Because if you see me like this,
it means I’m happy,
and I want you close.