My Wife's Tale

She would sluggishly climb onto my lap without hesitation,
close her eyes while making a mysterious purring sound,
and immediately fall fast asleep.

The weight of her felt like a bag filled with warm water.
She smelled of plants, earth, and sand.
Her fur was coarse to the touch, far from being fluffy.

That was a stray cat.
An irreplaceable stray cat
that I spent a long time with.

When I pried open her sleeping mouth with my finger,
a beautifully curved fang peeked out.

...

I often think,
my wife resembles a cat.

She has sharp, cat-like eyes and is very guarded,
and if you try to enter her territory, she'll give you a cat punch.
She is strong-willed, proud, and never breaks her own rules.

However,
once she warms up to you, she gets very close.
She gets so close that our noses touch,
she endlessly insists on her own preferences,
and when I think she's gone, I find her curled up in bed.
And to top it off, her face is a hybrid of a cat and a raccoon dog.

Hmm, she might actually be a cat.
She might be the stray cat I played with so much in my childhood.

A big cat that was by my side before I knew it.
That is my wife.