Photo by Gidion Lubbe |
by Sawnte Posley
The life of a cat is a dull one.
Wake up.
Stretch.
Patrol the house.
And then I sit.
Right outside of my owner’s door thinking, “where is the food?”
She comes out and I follow her.
I hear the ruffling of the bag;
I dig in as if it is my last meal. I prance through the house.
I climb the curtains, when imp feeling devilish.
Sometimes scratch, any and everything.
And then I lay.
On the couch.
Window sill.
Bed.
Kitchen floor.
I take frequent naps.
And when I wake up,
I stretch.
I patrol the house.
And then I sit.
In the Words of My Cat
by Ali Carnevale
I am powerful and ferocious
I have caught every bird and lizard through
this window
All I have to do is glare and swat and all others
collapse in fear
Don’t let my diamond bedazzled collar confuse
you
It is the choker of a Warrior Princess
After I conquer all and protect my kingdom
through this glass
I am rewarded with massages, feasts for a
Queen, and words of endearment
I am adored by my servants and held in the
highest respect
For my name is Pluff Mud… hear me purrrr!
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