Yikes, Mountain Mike, Recovery

Only four stairs to ascend! And with a broken leg on the mend? It felt like a wet noodle. Or more aptly, hot Stroodle . Hanging on to that railing for dear life, As though we were husband and wife. With a six foot grandson at the top of the stairs. My daughter below, in case I flop like a gigantic Black bear! Determined as heck to see my dear cat. By the time, I reached the top, I was Feeling as a dead rat. By then, I wanted to walk on my own floors. Which were as difficult to maneuver as rotted out, warped doors! Nothing at all felt good nor right to me, Til I saw my calico cat trotting over.... whoopee! Those calico colors , so sundae like! I heard her joke and whisper so softly.. “ Hello, Mountain Mike! “ She asked questions, that nobody could hear. She purred so sweetly, “Hello, Mommy, dear! Then, Irene, asked, “ When are you coming back home? Two months alone is far too long for any cat daughter to roam!” I simply had no answer to give! The pain so intense, I thought I had not long to live. So, I promised her, I was doing my best! And her Mom, Mountain Mike, would be returning for another stair test. Till one day, our lives would be as they once serenely once were. Writing poetry, waiting for spring and petting her glistening fur. Pondering the moon, with her paws about my neck. ‘Tis heaven for me on this earth, for without you, Irene, life makes no sense, and is but a torturous wreck! Dedicated to Irene, my dear cat! Missing you, Mom Special Acknowledgment to: Am Gilmore, my thoughtful friend who has penned eloquent poems about my cat, Queen Irene. Ann is an outstanding and loving friend, everyday! Thanks, Ann And to my daughter, Elena, who is my 24 hour a day caregiver, 7days a week. I do not know how she does it! And thanks to Eddie, who helped with the stairs. Congrats on your high GPA Mom and Grandother 12/8/2022