Your Cat

The cat has your bone structure. It turned up yesterday as thin as a velvet spider, its eyes brimming and aglow. What have you been doing with her? I know the dog came with me as a ghost, it pants in my ear most nights. The cat died in your bed, after I left. Ghost pets are more obtrusive, they demand to be still relevant, still worth keeping. The cat, like you, has fallen out of love with me. Yet it’s purrs when I am feeling sad, as if to remind me not to forget you, or it.