This large cat, filling
the crook behind my bent knee —
kittenish no longer.the blank kitten stare,
looking, pouncing, waiting look:
grows knowing with age.Cat, too large to lift,
content now to sleep on lap
once a small kitten.Sleep my agéd cat —
in my memory, safe
you remain, kittenthe cats who love me,
the kittens who stole my heart,
luckily, the same.
Seeking?
The Quote Box
That’s why many fail–because they don’t get started–they don’t go. They don’t overcome inertia. They don’t begin.
— W Clement StoneThe Cat Cam
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I am sure many people relate to this poem. Even though
I just borrowed
Them I am attached.
many will relate •
Although I just borrowed them •
I got quite attached.
Thanks Mom – for borrowing my cats while I was in NZ!
This is wonderful, Mary Beth. It expresses with simplicity the complexity and depth that can come when you share your life and home with cats. May I share with a friend who recently lost her 20 year old cat?