( I did not add the video because I am a nervous wreck and that evidence need not be on the internet forever)
I like my cat,
I like her well,
As all the house may see.
I like her for herself, not
Because the cat likes me.
Any time is play time,
According to this brat.
I could be walking, writing, or working–
It doesn’t matter. I’m in her habitat.
She counts her only work in life,
To flourish and be fat;
And this she does with all her might;
Of course, I like my cat.
After 13 long years,
Filled with accidents left and right,
I do indeed have one fear:
She might be living out of spite.
And heaven forbid you leave your clothes,
pillows, papers, spare change,
For a cat like mine, who adores wasting time,
Any feather is fair game.
She’s eaten everything off the counters;
Nobody’s bacon is safe.
From fruits and fries to biscuits and lies
She was always desperate for a taste.
For while in every other part
Her portly persona sleeps,
That bushy tail, with a steady wave,
A ceaseless vigil keeps.
When night is dark
my cat is wise
to light the lanterns
in her eyes.
It’s 10 AM and time to play
Now it’s 3 AM and time for freak outs.
Its 12 PM and time for a buffet
Now it’s 4 PM and time to shout.
My house cat sits
And smiles and sings.
She knows a lot
Of secret things.
She’s got tricks up her sleeve, likely,
Or time she needs to borrow,
I want to wait and see,
But I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.
Messing about around the house
Continues on for days.
In subtle ways
She lets me know
“I am here to stay!”
There is a special place for cats,
After which they part.
Bastet is there, and different skies,
And nights with different stars.
I adore her, for the most bit.
Still, she is as proud as you please.
I know, one day, she will leave
But her memory belongs to me.
~ Lauren E. Jadot, © 2019