Best Poems Written by J.T. Whitehead

Diagnosis and Treatment

Diagnosis & Treatment

Our cat has this habit of sleeping on the sick.
Our oldest son had his tonsils taken out.
That night, she curled up, very close,
or really, on his throat, like a boa, but trilling.
Somehow she did not suffocate him.
But her positioning was consistent with her past history
& her method of operating.  
Another night, my wife was nauseous.
The cat -- her name is Panda -- curled up on my wife’s belly,
her whole body on there, purring.
The youngest boy, toe stubbed, received her treatment.
That night, she knew.  She slept on his feet.
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“Does she ever do this for you?” my wife asks.  
“Or did she, I mean, before us?”
“No,” I answer.  
“But she’s always on my mind.”

Copyright © J.T. Whitehead | Year Posted 2015