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Two Old Cats

Kahlua

Kahlua

Lottie

Lottie

Our daughter and her husband went on a brief vacation
we picked up their family cat the quiet pet infrequently seen,
a silent mixed bred female who wanders about nocturnally...

Howled occasionally a bit in the carrying cage of our sedan
unknown destiny, uncomfortable you would understand
by our attempting communication with no commands...

Upon release she hid away and our own aged feline resident,
ignored her stay, there was little mutual knowledge...
no recognition, just awkwardness, no hope for interplay.

And so feeding and bodily needs were doubled no more,
they avoided each other, our visitor under our double bed
our own denizen displayed surliness going floor to floor...

The third day of residence change was in the morning air,
our visitor investigated and padded around, no sense of fear,
seeking familiarity, still silently but at home acceptingly here...



24th April, 2008

Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.

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