Mallory the Cat

Mallory the cat needs a bit of a rest, he’s older than me. Nothing to see, I tell the neighbors. He’s just up in a tree. Gawkers come by and lambast me for letting him rest. Up in his regular place, his tree where he is blest. He has been sitting up there since he was a kitten. He’s fine, I reassure them, he looks rather smitten. Some want to rescue him, which is weird to me. After all, Mallory is my cat, he is hurting no one up in a tree. Cameramen from the paper came by and took a quick flash. They put Mallory on the front page, and it made kind of a splash. He’s out there today, sitting stoically, turning away from the street. Loving it that so many coaxers are offering him a come-on-down-treat.