Darn Cats
I
wonder. . .
when I see
my lovely cats,
one licking at the
other’s scruff, as if she
were engrossed in an act of
singular devotion. . . how it
is that I, who feed them, cannot get
a one of them to give a darn for me!*
*Note: I was not able to find a very good
replacement for my beloved Callie Cat,
who died three years ago of cancer. The
two cats I now have are ok, but nobody can even see
them because they hide from strangers and
rarely wish to be held!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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