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.  

Arriving Home

A                                  You find the biscuits, just as you get home

Dollar                              Another pen, some more mints and then

Scratches back                          Of you children, two cats-two dogs

At Pursestrings coin                     Cell, pens, tissue, Mints, pictures

Rhythmically scattered                            Strewn all abouts the lint

Strewn all abouts the lint                            Rhythmically scattered

Cell, pens, Tissue, mints, pictures                    At pursestrings coin

Of your children, two cats-two dogs                        Scratches back

Another pen, some more mints and then                              Dollar

You find the biscuits, just as you get home                                   A

Closing the car door with a tinny boom Heart anticipates fiery hellos

Ears peak into windowsill BARK-BARKIdentities announcing to glass 

The canines are the most needy              They cry in overzealous joy

The cats will lay in waiting                         Probably high above the

As I turn the doorknob                                    Carpeting, on tables

The symphony looms,                                       High upon, for safe

As eyes distract                                                    Keeping, yet still

Mine, from the                                                                Always in

mess they                                                                          Line of

made                                                                                  Sight

                                                     

                                                     

Mad                                                                               Meow

yet how                                                                      Strutting

could I stay                                                           Along polished

in such a state                                                 wood, tails pointing

when surrounded by                                       Purring as they move

all these precious faces                                   Contemplating briefly

That paint me an image, that                 If the moment is now ripe 

my safe return from the mall, is          To avenge past memories, or

the only thing mattering at all  Pouncing, just for the great fun it is

Until noses astir the biscuits scent Instead they jubilantly follow me.

Not sure if I worked within the form or not.  I did count the syllables in each line, so i think I did.  But if not it was pretty fun regardless.  Hope you all enjoy the pics.  I have so many of them I didn't really know which to pick, so just grabbed the first ones for each that popped up.

Thanks go to D'Verse and their Form For All prompt, because without it I never would have thought this piece up tonight. 

PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CATS IN THE PARKING SPACES

This was the sign outside the supermarket.  The message was all in caps, right next to the potted plants and the tiny tables where today, not a soul was sipping tea or enjoying a sandwich from the deli.  Instead, at 6:30 in the morning, a time I find easiest to shop, I stood there on the tiled ceramic just outside the electronic doors, waiting for the rain to cease.

Whenever I'm waiting I always scan my surroundings, looking for this or that, just allowing my senses to swallow up anything that breaches it's barriers.  This morning wasn't any different.  

First I people watch, that's typically my starting point.  Seeing there was not a soul to be found I started looking all around, for anything to keep me preoccupied, as I patiently allowed the rain to complete it's song and dance.  I followed the various planters and moved onto the seats and chairs.  I looked at the seats and thought it was interesting how, although covered by an overhang, the water amassed in beads, both large and small, atop the glassy tables for two.  I imagined that some poor stock-boy would get the privilege of drying the tables and chairs off.  It really wouldn't be all that difficult though, seeing the tables have a glass surface and the chairs have no padding, just decorative iron twisted and turned in various directions.  Either way seemingly easy enough.  

The rain just wouldn't stop and I was about finished with my information intake, when I happened to note the sign in question.  Please do not leave your cats in the parking spaces.  This is what it said.  No joke.

Instantly I understood that some prankster was playing a joke.  Yes, this had to be the case.  The sign was made with the type of removable letters, the kind used on movie theater marquis, that are easy enough to rearrange and make your own message with.  

I'm assuming the difference between the message displayed and the intended message was nothing more than an R.  Yes, a supermarket asking the customers to not leave their carts in parking spaces makes a lot of sense.  However I scanned the tiles, even looked behind and between the potted plants, but the R could not be found.  There was not any spacing between the a and the t either.  Surely a prankster could have simply swiped the r and moved the a and the t close together, but perhaps this was not a mistake at all.  Perhaps there was some larger issue at hand.  I instantly drifted off into a rain induced comatose trance.

I pictured an empty parking lot in the middle of the night.  A car drives down an aisle.  It stops in the lane, never pulling into a parking space.  The driver leaves the car running but gets out and with him he's carrying a fluffy little critter in his arms.  The orange cat is placed in the handicap spot.  The man starts to say a few words when he notices another car speeding through the lot.  The man says a rapid goodbye, he called him sponge, and jumped into his car, driving away faster than the speed he used when he first arrived.

Over on the opposite end of the lot, the speeding car that scared our cat abandoner can be seen driving quickly up and down the lanes, as if he's practicing for some obstacle course.  He slows down but briefly, opens up his door and places a cat in each subsequent parking space.  He wasn't tossing the cats out, no he was slowing down, opening his door and then leaning out and gently placing each cat into the parking spaces, kind of like phone book delivery drivers used to do before legislation made directory publishers clamp down upon their delivery standards.  The man dropped off six cats and then drove away at an increased speed.  

We now had an orange, three whites, a pair of blacks and one that looked, well bluish in color.  There were seven cats in total now, each with their own parking space.  If I weren't a hologram watching this scene unfold I would've surely wrangled the cats up and brought them to the nearest animal shelter for safekeeping.  Unfortunately though I could only observe.  A little meowing was taking place at first, then it picked up with each of the cats playing their own role.  At just about the time the symphony was starting to click a white van pulled into the lot.  It parked over in the area of the lot that had the least bit of lighting, as apparently the lightbulbs in that section had yet to be changed.  

A man and a woman jumped out of the van.  The woman opened up the sliding side door and three children filed out with shopping carts.  They all congregated at the back of the van as the man was opening the back doors.  He jumped inside and began handing things to each of the kids.  The woman made sure each cart was completely filled before she loaded starting loading up her own.   The children frantically scattered throughout the lot, and yes each of them had a bunch of whining, mewling kittens with them.  Each gained a spot of their own.  There was too many to count, much too many it appeared, as by the time they finished there were only two spaces empty now.   

The children jumped back into the van as the man and woman filled the last two spots.  The man unleashed his Savannah and told her to sit still. The woman left what appeared to be an extremely large Maine Coon.  They rejoined the children and the van pulled away.

I couldn't believe my eyes.  There must be a hundred cats but for whatever reason they all sat in their parking spaces.  Not a single one meandered or roamed.  In their spots these cats must have felt like they were now at home.

As I scanned the landscape I noticed Persians and many an American breed.  I saw Abyssinians, Balinese, Burmese and Chartreux.  There were Mao's, Himalayan, Mynx, Pixies, Siamese and Angoras too.  All different shapes and hue, all different sizes too.  Big and small, short and tall.  There were pretty tabbies and ragged ones as well.  But none seemed to care where they were.  

I thought to myself, some of these breeds are expensive.  Why would people decide to abandon them?  What was going on?  I did not know, I couldn't think this through.  But hours I spent just watching the cats perfect their songs.  One after another, similar yet different sounding.  Yet before the encores could begin, in drove a Prius, into the lot.  Instantly I thought there were no spaces left, I hoped this person didn't have cats in there too.

She parked the car in the middle of a row, rolling down the window and was obviously perplexed by the view.  She got outside and rubbed her eyes.  I could tell right there she worked for the store.  She picked up her phone and made a call. 

I was curious to find out who she called and what happened to all the cats and kittens too.  But just as the vision became clearer, the rain ceased and it was time to go.

So see what can happen when a misspelled or altered word appears.  The entirety of meaning can create confusion while the mind can travel miles along roads absurd.

I truly hope this was but a misprint or a practical joke.  For if the supermarket was having this type of problem here, I fear the Satanists will soon hear too.  If that happens I can only hope there are enough cats present to scratch and claw their way, leaving the evil ones in dismay.

****Anyhow, the sign is real, if I had my camera handy I surely would have taken a pic, but the rest of this was just me having a bit of fun.  Hope you all enjoyed.

My Babies

Toby is all curled up

Half hidden by the sheets

Right next to mommy’s head,

Chelsea’s in the living room,

Where it’s quiet and warm

The flat screen is playing but she doesn’t care,

The house is calm and dimly lit,

 Chelsea decides to rise from her chair

And keep mom and Toby Company,

Soon however the screams will start,

A toy gets between the two,

The girl can’t seem to share,

Even if it’s something she doesn’t want

If Toby wants it than she does to,

Before someone were to hurt the other,

Then feel terribly for their blunder,

So I take away the toy and put the both of them in a time out,

They look at me with the what did I do stare, so precious I must avert my eyes,

And as soon as I lock the cage, the bell rings outside rings on cue,

Then on command the puppies cry again.