i feel as though
i may be
an outside cat —

made of strong stuff
able to digest some of the
nastiest things
willing to take a treat
but wary of any sort of trap
that may take me
and able to make friends in the wild
but also able to bolt
at a moment’s notice

and kip is an inside cat —

on a special diet
longing for the outside
but staying indoors
all the time
finding enough variety from
room to room to
content themself
daily

or maybe, we are both
indoor/outdoor
and each have our own relationship
with what we have
and what we could achieve

or something…