“What is my poem tonight, Mister?”
A nickname I’ve taken to calling him.
I speak to my big black kitty
as though he would have a
wise and profound answer for me.
Instead, he merely replies
a fullsome meow. Translated it means:
“Time for you to feed me.” I remind him
that he still has 10 minutes to wait and
wrapping himself around my legs in affection
(the bribe) will not bend this strict custodian and friend.
“Cats seem to go on the principle that
it never does any harm to ask for what you want.”
~ Joseph Wood Krutch, writer, critic and naturalist
(1893 - 1970)
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