My Halloween Kitty
My Halloween Kitty (written 10/11/2020) free verse
I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.
Feral siblings abandoned at my door.
I took the whole litter to the SPCA.
They neutered and spayed them all for me.
The ears were notched so they’d go free
if the pound police appeared.
I brought the clowder home and cared for them
until their stitches had permanently healed,
then allowed them outside to roam on their own.
They all left for adventures beyond –
with the exception of Callie.
Callie was brindled in black and orange
with a white-star chest and white-tipped tail;
short hair she maintained fastidiously.
She continually spoke to me in cat language
and we managed a conversation of sorts.
She bid me good day as I left in the mornings
and listened to my tales when I returned.
She monitored my feelings as if a therapist
and counseled me on the course I must take
when I was feeling at my lowest.
I called her my Halloween kitty
and she expressed that was okay.
We counted years by her birthdays,
celebrating Halloween every year.
She disregarded the trick-or-treaters.
My sounding board and steadfast friend;
I miss her terribly now that she’s gone.
She remained with me 17 years, two years passed,
through sad, glad, distress, and happiness.
She was my mainstay on my darkest days.
I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.
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