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.
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In some sense man is a microcosm of the universe; therefore what man is, is a clue to the universe. We are enfolded in the universe.
— David BohmThe 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?