I found you in a tall bush
your stump of a tail quivering
whiskers burned off
some swill-whiskey-drunk-man had
put his cigarette out on your
wee striped face
you were not on my lease
but I felt compelled to take you in
I had to...
as if you were my
"no other choice..."
my new reason to live
you taught me
what it was like
to be small, vulnerable
because it had been too painful--
the loud words and scolding worlds
of the universe are quite useless
my new little cat-boy?
and an abundance of love--
even as mistakes and mischief are
as common together
as kittens born in the spring
ought to be
the alcoholic neighbor
who lived on 2nd floor
caddy-corner from our front door,
(who once no holds-barred-wrestled his ex-wife
naked in the hallway)
told me :
"cats don't understand vitriol
no the contents of people-lectures..."
"but, they understand your tone,
so its best if you spoke
more kindly to your new kitten...
indulged him a little more...."
TLP, my little one,
better understood the sound of love
and of busy-ball toys
and proffered spoonfulls of vanilla yogurt
and dragging my dirty underwear out of the hamper
of unraveling unused rolls of toilet pape,
transforming them into
white confetti cloud formations
you relished too
in all the smelliness in my apartment
and in smelling me up...
and how you moved in to my life...
at first you nuzzled in
near my feet
then you claimed my right fleshy hip
eventually you squirmed your way up
a sort of invisible ladder
into my arms
where you laid claiming the crook
at night we shared our secrets
while your ears flickered backwards
as I breathed in the warm musty scent of you
our mutual breathing
the bellows which lulled us to sleep
on your last day on earth
you ran into the bathroom with something
so important on your mind
as I was bathing in the claw-foot tub
trying to get ready for work....
you placed both of your striped paws
on the tub edge opposite me--
letting out a wounded yowl
so I cooed at you and gently kissed
on top of your forehead
and called your name and nicknames
when I stepped out of the tub
not minutes afterwards...
your life-less body and your
bottle-green eyes wide open
staring up into the eternity of space
one bent paw backwards
the other extended and reaching..
one half of my heart
at a neighbors door.
I begged them to verify
what I thought I'd seen
--grey death stealing my treasure
her silent nod
you were gone--
stunned I wondered
where did you go?
the next day
with all of your
a tuft of all of our hair
Lucky's Buddy's Mine
and carried you to
your resting place
the homemade quilt
you taught me
about what it meant love and commit
and play harder
how there could be another day
after a bad one
I've never quite accepted that sad one
and carried with me its remnants
as a bereaved Mother
would carry her child
how often you visit me still
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THIS IS THE NEW FORM/DAY. TIGGER IS STILL VERY MUCH A PART OF ME
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS WHO MIGHT NOT HAVE HAD AS
MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT IT...HAD YOU NOT COME INTO HER LIFE
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
FOR TIGGER LE POUNCE, ALWAYS WITH GREAT JOY AND REMEMBRANCE AND RUBS...
LOVE ALWAYS, HIS MOM, DAD, AND GREAT LOVE, LUCKY KITTEN
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