Monday, February 20, 2012

Feeding the Cats

a visitation to the floor above
seeing if the bowls have emptied
since two days prior, to which a 
similar prologue marked that
ascension too.

some days the blue bag empties
quicker than others, often spiraling
awareness to the forefront of mind.

the importance of the message,
magically forms symbols along
the next blank line, below those
used to notate milk, bread & eggs.

other days it seems as if a fasting
was underway, where hours would
morph to days, yet the levels of
the bowls would not diminish, 
remaining consistent to the day filled full.

nerves then conjure, for fear that something
is amiss, that perhaps an illness had swooped 
in through the cracks where whispering air 
somehow sneaks its way inside.

behind the windows and the winter-seal,
there is a leak someplace, yet energy ceases
quickly, leaving another line to make upon
the never-completed list of actions to remember.

but lack of appetite should not be questioned,
as each morning they beg for a slice of turkey, 
a tradition that never should have been started,

hands stretch long, nails just so extend, enough
to get attention, but never attempting to pierce
the skin.

I watch them circle the kitchen floor, 
tails high, singing the songs I do so enjoy, and
they seem fine to me, fine as they always do.

so perhaps the mystery of the bowls 
patternless exhaustion, has more to do
with sending a message, perhaps, " hey,
we've been eating the same stuff time and again, 
how bout switching things up now and then."

so today, as I made the trek up the flight of stairs,
the bag is no longer blue, this time I bought the 
orange instead. 

seconds after the bowls were filled, the two came
flying from where I wish I would've paid closer
attention to, as I've failed in finding their secret
hiding spaces now for many years.

they heard the sound of clink-a-clink-clink, and I 
imagine how their heads perked up, listening to
the sound of some foreign feast being served, as if they
can tell that by the sound that was made.

but pleased I was, when they buried their heads deep into
the bowls, the orange one, well, she of course, had to see 
if something different was in where the black one was feasting there,
only to find out it was the same as she had just tasted at her own.

yet, for unknown reasons, she refused to go back to her own, and decided to finish her lunch at cocoa's bowl, which is fine, because he just shrugged his head the best he could, and quickly found his mouth upon the food she had moments prior left in abandonment.

later that afternoon they came to my room, 
not at the same time, but each came by to say
their thanks, the orange one announcing her entry 
as she's often accustomed to do, proudly chanting, "meow-meow," a few times until I pet her head.

the black one, well, he didn't make any proclamation of hello, he never does do that though, instead, he sat in bunny shape( it's what we've always called that bread loaf posture they often take) and sat there by the register, watching me watching him.  


  1. smiles...sweet man...everyone needs a change every once in a cats get the same way you know...and i know all about those traditions that never should have been started...ours is a bit of ham when i am making lunch...

    and as to the green bay fan in the started at the superbowl..he was upset at us and rooted against us...and his team won so it stuck...being a good sport i bought him the hat...

    and still await my vindication...haha

  2. I adore this. The mystery of the empty / not empty bowl? That is so true!

  3. A day in the life of feeding, can see some similarities indeed, as their heads do go right into the bowls and they make a mess of the food all over the floor. Then switch like there is something better in the other like it is the same, quite the game. Never called it the bunny shape, but that is a good description for it. Unless the cat came before the bunny, then it would be the cat shape and the bunnies would be doing it..haha