Yesterday, I watched my cat
communing with her alter egos,
two to be exact.
Through the glass door
she stared at them, wondering
if they were feline ghosts perhaps.
She didn't say a word, nor did she smile.
But with ears perked
and eyes wide open,
she just sat in the frigid air
and stared for a while,
her green eyes
reminding me of glass marbles.
Then, she turned her head
and meowed loudly,
and I
meowed
back.
c. Douglas Fireman
Terrific! I meow back at my cat too. You just know they are talking to you and expecting an answer.
ReplyDeleteMy cat, Sheina, is almost twenty years old.
ReplyDeleteShe loves people, and will only drink from
a faucet.
The other night I had a dream that she was a feline bartender. To my astonished
eyes, she mixed my favorite drink and served
it to me.
Thanks for your nice comment.