you’d think the cat,
being feline,
would attack the yarn
as it lay
open season
atop the lap tops–
but no
it was the crochet hook
waiting next to the yarn ball
parallel to the open end
that this hassle decided
was the appropriate cat toy
for this evening.
oh, and now it’s the apple pencil…
but why, cat, why?
the cat meows
and meows
and meows
and still i haven’t yet fed her
(how dare)
in ten minutes time this will change
the food will be in her cat tree
and then between her teefies
and then inside her belly
and in fifteen minutes
the cat
will
meow
meow
meow
once more
and i’ll have no way
to quiet her
down.
(and i love it all)
when dogs get ‘the zoomies’
it’s an indication
that they are a happy dog
but is the same true
for cats
with ‘the zoomies’ ?
our cat
is a very zoomie cat
but she has increased the amount
of zoomies
since our moving to this house
probably five-fold
so i think i’m going to take it
as a win
and assume she is far happier
in the house
than she was at either apartment
(though she can’t see the birds as she once could…
is she now chasing bird ghosts instead of birds themselves?)
(a question for another poem.)
getting into the swing of fall
feeling more myself
sweater weather
and
spooky times
and
black cats
and
i hope i can keep this hopeful, fun, spooky feeling
all through the season
(for it really is/can be the most wonderful time of the year…)
kipventures 