My landlord gave
me two black kittens.
Little balls of fluff.
I sent pictures to
my sister.
She said they have
eye infections, and not
to use hydrogen peroxide,
because it will blind them.
The thought never crossed
my mind. I thanked her.
They are semi-feral,
but they are warming right
up to domestication.
I was like that too.
I enjoy my simple life now.
Fishing and writing, I take
vitamins and clean cat shit
off my bed.
We are working on the
concept of the litter box.
I play classical music for them.
They like Vivaldi, but prefer
Mozart, D minor seems
their favorite key.
I don't know if they are
male or female, all I
see is a little pink dot, and
they aren't real fond of
me looking.
Bukowski for a male
and Emily for a female.
If they are both males
or both females, I don't
know what the hell I
will call them.
The bigger of the two is
sleeping next to me while
I write this.
I'll be a son of a bitch,
he's smiling, or she,
while sixteenth notes rip
through the burnt
umber autumn morning.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Good write T.
May that music fill their and your life Thomas.
Andy
Thanks
Love this. And a cat called Bukowski! Fantastic!
Thank you.
Very much enjoyed .. Neville
Thank you.
another for the archives Thomas...
classic.
Thank you Sir.
Emily Dickinson and Bukowski my two favorite ports. Well done brother 👏
Thank you
I love the comfy, cozy pic, it puts me in mind of the tune "soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur". Sounds like your kitties have great taste in music. A wonderful life you've described with your new boon companions!
Thank you.
Love it. It is so so so amazing!!
Thank you very much.
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