Writing with a cat on my lap

She’s purring on my lap right now,
Countess, who shredded my arm
two days ago, trying to kill Katisha,
whom I imprudently carried past her.

Katisha, our resident Abyssinian:
such huge dark eyes, long limbs,
tiny head, huge ears and supple grace
she inherits from her desert ancestors.

Countess: smaller, not so aristocratic,
also Abyssinian, but redder, cuddly,
with a troubled past: health issues
that have brought her to our fostering care.

Now she has left my lap to prowl
along the top of the warm radiator,
head down, a tiny lioness seeking
something she will not disclose.

I want to keep her longer than
the proposed three months, although
her plans include an assassination
I must oppose: but oh, she’s purring.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to Writing with a cat on my lap

  1. Raji says:

    Hi, Doug,
    Just read this one. I love it.

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