photo by Jackie at lostinthot (lost in thought) of her cat Hunter
this cat is so cleaver – at first you don’t see much happening but just wait.
some cats are funny & some people are funny with their cats
this one is both.
Here’s my favorite cat, Lion Kitty. He adopted me and I didn’t even know it until I saw him in my bedroom closet. I don’t know how long he had been in there. I wrote a poem about our first meeting in 2007. He’s a big Maine Coon, 18 pounds.
Lion Kitty, Lion Kitty,
On a dresser, crouching pretty,
Hidden secret in the closet,
Oh how long lay this deposit?
First surprise, then trepidation.
Meet cat eyes with hesitation.
Who is this? this animal !
Feral? Tame? Implacable?
To it I proposed this question:
Who are you? Why this possession?
Uttered I, nonplussed but subtle,
Suppressed fear, no wish to startle.
Then slow reaching, (foolish thinking!),
Lightest touching, gentle fondling,
Deeper, smoother, lightly tickling,
Tilted head gives way accepting.
Coarse low sound of downy purring,
Cup its chin, the bone I’m feeling,
Knowing now it can be trusting,
Its new human will be caring.
Now I’m reaching, two hands lifting,
Muscles tense as we are shifting,
Oh so heavy, large and curling,
Over hands, then arms unfurling.
Cat is mine in a few seconds,
It owns me, its stare now beckons.
Feline paws reach and scan,
Stripes of brown – dark and tan.