Getting to Know You


Countess, our foster Abyssinian

Katisha (KAT-i-shaw)

Katsha, our resident Abyssinian

Each time,
they face each other
about as far apart as if
I were lying on a mortuary slab
and one were at my head,
and the other at my feet.

They are on the floor:
Katisha under the couch
Countess in the cat carrier,
negotiating with a series of
growls and heartfelt cries
that show no softening.

We gentrify the event
with irresistible kitty treats;
if we had fresh mouse parts
we would pre-chew those too.
We speak softly, even sweetly:
Good kitty: you could be friends.

The African violets
on the table nearby
pale slightly, pause:
nothing changes.
As for me, I could use
a stiff belt of scotch.

About riverwriter

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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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