As soon as we locked eyes, I knew we were in trouble.
I looked at The Cat to see if she had noticed it.
The Cat was oblivious. So far, so good.
Now if only it would just turn around and go back where it came from.
I stand still and watch with bated breath.
It stops. And continues to stare. Right. At. Me!
I look down at The Cat. She still hasn’t noticed.
It looks young. And terrified. It looks like a deer caught in headlights. Except it’s not a deer, it’s a possum and I don’t think The Cat has ever seen one.
I don’t want The Cat to see it.
The Cat has seen it.
George had been gone for 3 months. No one knows why he left. No note, not even a suitcase missing. I must admit, I was peeved.
I’d raised George, fed him, rubbed his ears at night to help him sleep.
Then one day George returned, covered in stickers from his travels. Bit weird seeing a cat covered in stickers.
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When we first met you were fluff with claws sharp as knives.
You’d try to slice my toes, under sheets, with wide eyes.
We didn’t see each other often and when we did we’d pretend,
We didn’t give a toss about the other, just happened to share a mutual friend.
Then you’d curl up next to me and I’d scratch your ears.
I’d pretend I didn’t enjoy it,
You’d shed your hair, content without fears.
Now you’re gone, our friend is sad, and I don’t know what to do.
So I thought I’d write this poem in honour of you.
For Iago and our mutual friend.