 This House This house belongs to Kahlua she's simply an old cat... a calico like fourteen year old a monster not small or fat, any place in this condo she knows the comfortable spots. We've become friends a bit, but that's a whim full invective, a success partially, she's impetuous has her own direction, incurably a lion inside a tigress the queen of life's interplay... She's choosy picks where to sit then hides artfully, if called in any emergency, I'll fail in futile desperation find her... she is in a closet, unafraid or vindictive she won't run away. I tried to teach her some tricks of the trade, she'll attack when my mind wanders a vicious attack suddenly like a stranger, she will strike out for a morsel of food ending interplay... This condo is her battle field, her fiefdom, her professional mien, I guess I can't manage her manners I just want her to stay... but heck I'm incurably a pain in the neck too with little to say! 3rd March, 2009 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
