In the dog days, our community cat gets top billing. From the crook of our gnarled fig tree, Poly waits to swat an unsuspecting finch ready to extract seeds.
Staring me down through our den window, Poly assumes this enviable position at seven o’clock a few mornings each week. I tap on the glass to dissuade her. I can’t bear to see a finch fall or for Poly to end up behind bars.
On other days, Poly plays it safe. After the sprinklers stop hissing, she rests on the ground in the shade under the eaves or cavorts with her taffy-colored feline friend.
Poly is that hard-to-corral library book I don’t own, filling each page with texture and character. As summer winds down, she plots in the catbird seat. I don’t want our chapters to end, but someday soon I suspect they will.
Mark Johnson Stories 
That picture tells so many stories!
Thank you for sharing this story. It’s really well written!
I think we’ll have many days of Poly in the tree.
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She’s such a cutie!
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Such a beautifully written story, Mark! And a cute kitty 🙂 I hope all is well Aiva xx
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Thank you, Aiva. So good to hear from you. I hope life has improved for you and your family on the beautiful Emerald Isle. It’s one of my favorite places.
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All is well, Mark, thank you ☺️ Today was Ericeiras first day back to school, she’s our little Junior Infant ☺️
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