I’d like to share a poem I wrote about my cat. Me and my wife have had him for a year and a bit and he’s completely enchanted us with his feline sorcery.

When we come home, you don’t 

bound down the hall, you’re just

there, head tilted

upwards, your big round eyes

meeting ours with knowing familiarity

before you blink and slink 

away, as if playing it cool…

But then you stop, in the living room just

beyond, stand up, place your forepaws

on the sofa, arch your back and scratch,

scratch, scratch, feeling your claws 

in the woven threads come stuck and 

unstuck.

And in every little scratch, slow blink

arched back and yawn, you let us know

that you feel safe, happy

we’re home.

You don’t say it loudly

and yet, just the sound of your clawing,

all those little gestures 

say so much more—with the 

swish of your tail you 

strike like lightning,

causing quiet tremors

right in our core.

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