
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!










I have been feeding the fugitives every morning and night seeking to gain their trust. The mama cat has warmed to me letting me pet her briefly as I put the food bowl down, but the kitten has been a formidable escape artist. I had set up an animal crate with a long boa feather lure on the porch (everyone thought I was crazy). As I returned from my morning walk on Wednesday, the kitten took the bait and I was able to capture it!













