Darling, now don’t you look at me that way,
With your deep hunter hardened rooibas eyes.
I’m aged… a walking statue of decay,
Unable to bend down and erase the dyes
Of the crimson rodent remains you leave
On my stained welcome mat: your trophy case.
Innocence you mew? Ha! Just a pet peeve?
Was it small matter when you soiled the lace
On mother’s sofa with paws prints of soot?
Oh… but I love you, cat. You know that right?
No husband could take your place at the foot
Of my bed. That would be quite an odd sight,
To witness a man curled up and purring,
In place of my love, my cat named Sterling.
Author notes
From the perspective of the "crazy old cat lady" a very stereotyped and under-appreciated character
Contest- "Come to me, my sweet dinner!"
A contest entry
- Are you dinner? Or are you hungry? by goddesskevauna.
1000 points, ended March 21, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Funny and cute. My cats are important to me too. This was a fun read. I could see you and kitty and the forgiveness you gave.
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This is cute! Love it... Trophy case... hahahaha
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hehehe... this made me smile. Also, funny how my Aunt named her cat "Peeve" so he could be her pet Peeve and leave her wonderful "presents" on her door mat as well. Very cute poem.
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ya- I thought of Peeves when I needed to think of a title. So yes, i was inspired by your aunt and her cat lol! Glad you thought this was cute
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Nice kittie! Nice! Just purring away!
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