She said the cats reminded her of a painting
a silhouette of a cat looking out a window

It was an image she could relate to,
being fond of soaking up the yellow light of the afternoon
curled up on the window sill

When I found the painting it made her smile;
made me wonder how it would look on her skin

a single black cat, occupying the center of her back
looking away from my eyes,
dreaming of warm sunsets