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.)
hold the cat
in your lap
quell her desire
to eat the dog’s food
replace it with a mad want
to get away
from love and cuddles
(even tho her purring
says at least some part of her loves this)
and quick,
before her leaping feet hit the ground
put the bowl of canine sustenance
somewhere even this hassle cat can’t reach
(and repeat)
~~~
this outfit
was
very cute
before i held the cat hostage
now it’s
really cute
with
tons of cat fur
~~~
write
and read
and read and write
and maybe
someday
it’ll end up feeling
[all]right
(as opposed to fake insight)
cat coffee mug
tail as handle
oh no…
you’re empty
woke up to harmonized meowls
identical cats standing off directly in front of our front door
the calling card of pre-fight yowls only losing their congruence
at the tail end
the cats’ tails puffs of agitation
and my “ps ps ps” no match for a turf war
(no matter if now i technically own this very turf
by silly white human law)
and our cat took no notice whatsoever.
wasn’t i complaining
yesterday
or the day before
(or the day before that)
that i wanted to get back to my
regularly scheduled schedule
and continue on in my routine of routines?
so why, now, comfortably sitting in
‘we’ve taken the dog out,
we’ve started the lofi beats spotify station,
we’re both at the table, doing our morning writings’
do i miss
so terribly
the hustle
the bustle
the never knowing what’s going to happen
from one moment to the next?
oh!
did i just need a cat in my lap?
this portion of my routine,
my every day,
my comfort and creativity,
that had been missing
pretty much
since we moved?
(even tho i do stop every few lines
to pet and love her
so she stays,
she still really does
help me
feel
the morning page
poetry
routine
i’d been missing
[and then immediately
got bored of].)
(she is the chaos
that i need
to appreciate
routine)
our hassle
of a cat
is diligently working away
at helping us get rid of stuff
(i just wish she’d indicate with something
other than her own pee)
a little in my own head
a little outward reaching
a little writing for an audience
a little writing for just myself.
i spent years trying to quiet
the cacophony of my mind
and now i find
i’d love to hear just a tad of it
again;
the thoughts racing each other
to the finish line of my mind
my fingers scrambling to keep up
every moment a passing thought
could pass me by
so i sat by
and wrote,
caught
as i could
a word here
a concept there
and it made me feel
important
it made me feel
artistic
it made me feel
invincible
it made me feel
somehow
more.
and when the thoughts disappeared
when my head was no longer too much
but, instead, not enough
a blankness surrounded in mysterious anxious feeling
the emptiness louder than any giant conglomeration of too-much-thought
ever was…
i’m in-between now
the thoughts are fairly loud
but they’re not all-encompassing
nor would i call them a cacophony;
i still have moments of blankness
that scare me
surrounded by anxiety,
flitting worries,
depression,
but overall it’s much better than it was
(but i do miss
the racing
the hugeness
the cacophony
the need to get everything out in writing
that desperation;
it was like a friend.)
~~~
craft the words
pull them towards
needing to express
needing to relax
deep breaths
four counts
(why does that make me feel like i’m drowning)
~~~
my sleek black panther of a cat
with nary a speck of other color on her
(save for the bright amber-yellow of her eyes)
has developed
four
white whiskers
but only on her right side
and i suppose it’s a sign of aging
and i suppose i should take it as a natural indication of time
passing
and i suppose i should admit she’s getting old
but she still chases nothings
like a kitten
and yells at us
all day
and climbs on top of us
like she’s less than the ten-pound bowling ball she’s become
and meows and purrs on my lap
starved for attention
most mornings
and acts
in most fashions
like she’ll never grow up
and i love her so.
Mowgli
(the cat)
purrs
and sniffs
at once
and in order to accomplish this
she must open her mouth
so her purrs
become tiny demon noises
and i love them so much.
though we all loved the green
and the adventures
and the folks
we saw last week
(Louka especially)
i, for one, feel more myself
with this particular cat
back on my lap
once more.
~~~
motion alarms
sometimes useful
sometimes just a bee
trying to say ‘hi’
~~~
ranked choice voting
is here
(the giant booklet tells us)
early voting ends today
and though we will still be in town
for the actual election
we’ll probably vote early
because who knows what’ll happen on tuesday
but at least we know that
we’re free today
