Paws.

Soft padding, pointy claws, now only stubs.

Making biscuits in blankets, on my tummy.

Purring, soft and low; gentle murmurs.

I remember your seal whiskers, and a face of black on black on black.

Peering out from dark corners.

I remember your pink nose in a face of black and white.

Eager to walk in the light.

At night, in dreams, you are the kittens that used to fight in my lap.

Midnight steam roller and grey puffball. Power and elegance.

Binks and Mr. Bond. My boys. My babies. My missing ones.