My cat, his temperature? It’s the kind that radiates peace into your chest when you’ve been woken up in the night. His purrs crackle and lull you back to sleep. His temperature is the rise of your heartbeat when you first see him and the soothing of so once he’s in your arms. His fur, like a blanket, familiar. Hes’s drug like, melatonin, but its never enough, just one more pet, one more kiss. Like a thermostat, he controls me, not I him. I am what I am because of him. His name is fez, I call him fuzzy. You ask his temperature, I’ve told you so. Goodnight, I am warm and lying with fuzzy.