today when I changed
the cat box
I lined it with
old poetry critiques
I've never felt
so satisfied
the cat
was satisfied too
all that fresh clean litter
to step into
"that clean box feeling"
for his sake
I turned the reviews over
not wanting to spoil
his man time in the box
by having to peruse
all that soured dull news
who wants to make
their private business
unpleasant
as he scratched over all
the red ink
and sacharine praise
a Cheshire grin spred
across my smirking face
all the malaise disappeared
poof
I can't say
exactly
right then
who
was the more
satisfied
but I could say:
why not ask my cat?
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in memory of Sir Ghuey...Ghue Manchu...Simon Ghue Sinister
and my boyfriends pet name Master Ghuey Charles Dickens...
this is for the BOY OF OUR LIVES WHO TAUGHT US SO MANY
VALUABLE LESSONS IN LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE WITH HIS WIT
CHARM, AND PLAYFUL INTELLIGENCE...YOU MADE OUR HEARTS
YOUR CAPTIVE AND NEARLY TOOK THEM WITH YOU WHEN YOU LEFT
THIS WORLD ON AUGUST 3, 2016....FOREVER LOVED AND REMEMBERED GHUEY