Warm drizzling night at the shore,
front door open, she
came scratching at the screen.
I let her in and thought, bad idea.
I was right, she sensed it
as soon as she drank her milk and dashed
to the couch, settled in my lap. She
knew what she was doing, this young
orange hussy making a play for me.
I called her Kitty, except when
she clawed the rug or chased the birds
or missed her box. Then I
called her Cat! I called her Cat a lot.
She grew to be my independent friend.
We played by her rules. I took
what I could get. We walked
meadows together, climbed trees
together, me in pursuit as she
climbed higher, higher,
me calling Cat!
She slept by me, hogged the bed,
greeted me when I came home,
followed me room to room even when
I tried to hide. I never knew who was more
delighted when she found me.
The years passed and Kitty seemed
so permanent, always there
curling through my legs, on my lap, on
my desk, her motor running, in my thoughts.
Only memories are permanent.
At the vet’s I held her in my arms, tried
to smooth away the hurt. All I could do was
groan with her, hold her tight
before the vet took her away, on my hand
the scratchy touch of her tongue.
I really Love Love Love how you wrote this gene! lol it was so cute & also so true to the feline demeaner
Much Love & May The Next "Kitty" or hussy makin a play for you decide to not climb trees :) But instead rest her motor on your lap & hog the bed-lol that was so cute
Vickie
sad that all things must come to an end...lovely poem,Gene
Love,
Eileen
I have been there and I know how hard it is. - David
Carole~
thank you Gene. J'nia
Myrna
(TEARS) What a beautiful tribute to your precious cat. It brought tears as I read the end. I know how you feel, Gene. I have a wonderful pet dog and I know the day is coming when he won't be with me. He's a shining light in my life, as your pet was to you. Loved this write, Gene...it shows your heart.
Many blessings,
~Linda
Newfie hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I can identify much too readily with this pain, forgive me for this but it's like losing a child, the attachment as fierce and binding. This is evocative, rich, stirring and heartbreaking.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <