slowly

Slowly you press your palms onto my chest,
you are wheezing and dribbling and your eyes are barely open.
I run my hand down your hairy back and I'm not disgusted by you
because you are my cat

When you told me you loved me,
I bet you weren't expecting me to throw up on your shoes.

But,
I'd only known you  for as long as I'd been cradling this whisky.