Day 29 prompt: write a paean to your pet.
The mice at the vet’s
always made me feel guilty
when they’d ask me your name.
You were abandoned, neutered,
declawed, and basically fucked
by previous pin-headed possessors.
A bit of a nutless dick,
you bitched and whined
more than any dog, but you were
my cat. I was your human.
We understood each other and
those whiny-ass special
snowflake syndrome sufferers
of your name at the vet’s office
couldn’t believe we appreciated
each other on a level no man’s
best friend could understand.
Your name was Cat. You were The Cat!
Any Salem or Heathcliff worth knowing
would hang with the moniker, — Cat.
Clear, concise, and common.
You were my cat cuz
no one else wanted you. I did.
And you me. (Sort of.)
Rest in peace, Cat.
Look up, down, and both ways for cats and dogs.
Find and mind the gaps in every relationship.