Projected Cat

A                                                                                                A

Cat                                                                                         Cat

Is an                                                                                   Is an

Animal                                                                             Animal

That purrs                                                                    that purrs

When happy                                                               when happy

Meows its hellos, loves because it knows not else so it meows a hellos

Historically presented as this nocturnal fiend, bonded to the hands of

Witches and the mentally deranged, yet cats can be very good friends

Slight they might.                  It’s just their way.                The way of

Their kind, love to                 them is truly blind               sometimes

They just have trouble showing exactly how much the depths of their

Loving goes.  They cannot pretend, they run away to return, announce

Their entrance with pride and                 mirth, beckoning their love

In ways other animals wouldn’t        think, ramming their heads into

Your leg, scratching their claws upon your bed, not intending to harm

You or your things, they are simply content to live with thee.  Cats are

Friends you’ll love to hold, friends who retract their claws when in your

Arms, yet when fear                                        strikes them off guard

Unfortunately your arm                                         might feel their hold, it

Stings for time until the alcohol shelters you.  But it must be spoke

That cats are not intending to harm you, in fact they will return from

Underneath the couch, rub between your seated legs, do a few laps of

This before the jump into the lap of you, purring so loud that you feel nothing ill of the long red scratch upon your arm, the purr makes you

Feel com




Well, this didn't actually come out the way I had initially intended, but nonetheless I'll share it regardless.

Orange

I was followed home one afternoon,

As the sun was bathing the foliage, keeping it company, keeping it warm,

The days grow cooler, and would soon be cold, the days shorter, and the nighttime long,

A cat, orange and malnourished,

Maybe it was someone’s pet

That got lost and couldn’t find a way to return,

A few scars, a patch of hair missing

I noticed as it weaved its body between these legs of mine,

I felt bad, maybe even identified,

The first few nights I left a can of tuna, and a bowl of milk,

Inside the garage and out of the cold,

I thought I’d awake and find it had gone,

I created this scenario where it jumped up high,

Into an ever elated nervous owners arms,

My visions never play out,

So a few cans later,

As the temperature declined,

I opened up the door

And let this creature become a friend of mine,

And orange will have to be its name