i’m that cat lady

i’m that cat lady

i share space with feral cats
who glare through me with wide green eyes
plotting my demise, I’m sure of it
perched up high ready to pounce
when I turn my back, waiting for me
to close my eyes, their invitation to
settle onto my neck, paws strategically
pressed over my mouth and nostrils
purring diabolically, conjuring nightmares
that rouse me awake, gasping for breath

were it not for the fact that I feed them
each day…quality pâté, tasty treats
and kibble
that they unapologetically retch
while begging for more,
i’d most certainly be a goner by now

and yet there are moments when
they brush against my leg, purring sweetly
or roll on their backs inviting me
to give their bellies a rub or two, but
never three, before nipping my hand
a reminder, they didn’t need rescuing,
my penance for lifting them from the wild,
a lifetime of servitude, and knowing my place
silly me for ever thinking
any cat could be domesticated

~kat

Another poem today… taking advantage of some down time. Hope you and yours are doing well!


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