September

Hey old man,
Do you ever look for my obituary
like I occasionally look for yours?
Just to know if I’m still breathing,
not to venture near my door?

I’d still welcome you
with open arms
if you tilted with a hey,
But be forewarned,
the pain you wrought
has rendered me insane.

N.2020

Max & his cat, the ever feral Goldie Girl

I set her free. It took an open window, a trail of treats, and Max on top of the porch chair reassuring her at the sill to lure her out of the house.

Now before all you cat peeps freak out, please know that long legged munchkin is feral as can be… wants absolutely nothing to do with humans. We trapped and released her indoors last Fall when she was only a few months old, thought being that she would make a nice pet for two young girls who were wanting a kitty cat to love on, but there is just something wild in her that flat out refused to become domesticated.

Oh, she got used to me… but not enough to let me touch her or anything. Most of her days were spent hiding in the cellar, waiting for Max, or sneaking around the house pretending to be invisible while constantly watching me, always on guard, ready to flee.

What kind of life is that?
I had to let her go, had to set her free.