He comes to me during the day. While I work, he comes to play. His purr so loud like a little lion; his mane so soft and fur glistening gold. He is full of energy like the solar buzz. He brings light into the dark. He's creativity when I need to work. He is full of warmth and affection, looks you straight in the eyes. He is my boy.
She comes to me at night. At my belly as I switch off the light. Her ears and tale are masked, as she curls into a ball: the moon is in my bed. Her soothing purr moves through my body, like a healing sound wave. She is relaxation when I need to cool down. She is my princess that appears, then remains hidden. She is my girl.