Tag: stray cats

In This July

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Wednesday night–in this July–actual raindrops fell from the Arizona sky. They pinged–hypnotic, soothing, and steady–on the roof of our metal carport.

Our mini monsoon was enough to wash away the dust and scrub the air, but not Thursday’s dastardly news of puffy politicians selling unfortunate souls down the river.

Away from the madness, Poly found a dry patch of concrete beyond the storm and platitudes. She rolled side to side, then flicked her tail, as if to say:

“I may be a stray, but I’m not stupid. I know how to get by. I know when to stop by your door. When to come in out the heat. Stick with me. You and I are survivors in this and every July.”

What About Play?

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I’m everybody’s neighbor or nobody’s, but I never labor.

My lives are too short to stray too far or work too hard.

It’s way more interesting to watch, wait, and wonder.

Sure, it’s okay to honor hard work. But what about play?

Shouldn’t we devote more days, more space for that?

Shouldn’t we pause every day for at least an hour or so?

Cause when it’s all over, I know what will happen.

We’ll wish we worked less and played more.

Smaller and Taller

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The smaller one opened the door for me this morning … sometimes it’s the taller one. That made me happy … they were happy, too … I needed to feel the cool tile on my parched paws.

I was hungry … I didn’t catch a bird or a rat yesterday. Today I twirled around the taller one’s legs … the smaller one’s legs, too. They gave me something fishy and yummy … a little crunchy, too.

The taller one watched me as I ate … said something about a gold-framed mirror (I think) from his mom (I think)? He was happy he and the smaller one kept it when they came here 7 years ago … I guess, like me, they came from some other place.

They were opening lots of bottles … taking lots of pills … washing them down with water … their voices were scratchy … I think the smaller one and the taller one like each other.

I heard the taller one say that he was happy with the success (I think) of his concerts (I think) … but that it sucks (I think) that both of them (the taller one and smaller one) have to fight off Covid (I think) … again.

Hmmm, what is Covid?

The smaller one said it was like having a vacation (I think) at home together … that doesn’t sound so bad.

The smaller one and the taller one are nice to me every morning … and they keep feeding me. So, I want them to always be here when I stretch out on their mat … or under their bench while I eye the birds.

I want them … the smaller one and the taller one … to never go away.

I will keep coming back as long as they … the smaller one and the taller one … are here to rub my back and feed me.

Unhinged

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Don’t look at me. It wasn’t my fault.

I have no idea what happened.

Sure, I’m a free spirit with time to kill

and now a better view of the butte,

but you wouldn’t dare blame me.

I’m not unhinged … not in this life.

May Day

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May casts a quiet spell of desert sensibility.

Brief morning showers spawn feline revelry.

Lonely pomegranates hang ready to ripen.

Roses, hibiscus, and bougainvillea vie nearby.

Shiny lizards adorn loveseats and walkways.

Still waters wait for summer waves to come.

Whenever That May Be

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I’ve found my comfy chair on the edge of town. No reservation required.

It’s my way station when I need a quiet break from the weary world.

Last week, one of them sat nearby while I napped. I didn’t mind.

In fact, it eased my mind to be closer than before. He thought so too.

I’ve trained them to leave morsels–salmon or tuna–outside their door.

Lately, I’ve ventured inside to enjoy a snack and sniff around their place.

I don’t stay long. I’m out the door until next time … whenever that may be.

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No Big Deal

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Two weeks and counting.

I hear you moan and sigh.

You scurry in sunglasses and sandals.

You hide away from July’s heat.

But nothing ruffles my fur.

I pad place to place.

I pause in the shade of cool tile.

I curl and twirl.

I inch closer to appease you.

I take what you leave me.

I move on to the next door.

Don’t worry about me.

I’ll get by.

The sun and stars are my home.

It’s no big deal.

It’s just who I am.

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