Tarleton

 

So the cat died,

I suppose no big deal,

Like people cats die

Every day,

Just a silver grey

Siamese called Tarleton

After the twins in

Gone With The Wind,

Named by a lady who

Liked southern novels

And cats,

She was leaving the

Country and left us

The cat,

She was only sixteen,

But I guess in human years

She was well into her eighties,

Shit, did you know that cats

Can get breast cancer,

She was a real chatter box,

I sometimes swore she

Was a little person

In a cat suit,

I am going to miss

Our mystic conversations

And everything else that

Goes with being a friend

Of a cat,

I’m sure we’ll hook up again,

Somewhere, sometime,

Until then my days

Will be a bit emptier

Without a little pussy.

(She had a sense of humour and

would have insisted on that line.)

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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