I Have Had Cats

I have had cats who walk, even now, in and out of dreams. Cats know no boundaries. Like Serengeti lions they assume that everything is theirs, even dreams, even the afterlife, even the dogs cushion-bed. Some have walked out on me, some still send me love poems from the beyond. Many have been insufferable, arrogant, ankle-biting buggers. Now here comes one of the bad ones stalking into my mind, like a gamekeeper hunting rabbits. It sees my ears twitching, the trembling of my rabbit-like nose. I see it now, though it must be long dead. It appears before me; coat glossy, eyes flashing, little horns on its fluffy head! I do believe in the goodness of angels, some are made to be cute, even sexy, some are made to be angelic purring cats, however, when horns grow out from their fuzzy feline brows, it is time to empty the litter tray.