Feline Fracas
Just what is love ...
The caterwauling of cats,
the cooing of doves,
or intimate little chats?
Naka Pillman
Stroking the big, heavy cat on her lap, Naka said: Now she is tame.
But she came to me as if I am her pet. Viciously, she came
and forcefully.If I did not open the door, she would have ripped it down.
There was a great commotion in the backyard, at sundown,
as if a dragon wanted to send the cottage up in furious flames.
Of course, I, being Naka, went for the challenge,
and flung open the door upon the frenzy of hisses and snarls.
Just in time! A big tabby cat shot past me, landed inside,
tail upright and back arched.
Hissing.
I quickly shut the door. A string of tom cats, some in mid-air dive,
was brought to halt.
She was wild, beautiful and pregnant.
It took some time to win her trust, but when I did,
she allowed me to be midwife:
all three kitten different --
of color and of temperament.
I never saw a tom cat in this yard again.
Finally it was only she and I, her only friend.
I left Arthur with much the same passionate suspend.
In a list
A contest entry
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Comments
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Wow this is excellent the title through me off then I read the wonderful poem and I totally understood. It shows animals have a rough life too. Reminds me how I recieved my cat in 1991. Great wright keep penning on and on I love it.
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Naka-cotic.
Confused by the grammatical agreement of the last line.
Have you foxes? and have you ever heard her calls for companionship? It is an amazingly feline roar; very loud... -
the title tells me a lot about both of you and the story confirms it. And to think I would have missed out on Naka if it wasn't for you.
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Don't worry ...
my nails are clipped.
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The last line is a bit abrupt and surprising, but it seems to put the body of the poem in a transitional light.
The posting begins with the epigrammatic placement of a consideration of male/female relationships which is not judgmental but contemplative of those relationships.
The poem itself shares the story of a cat who has done what cats do, but is relieved and content to do without it henceforward. With the last line the poet seems to allow the same thought for herself: Having done what people do, she has escaped from doing it anymore.
The last line has a certain note of triumph, but it seems despairingly cynical. The title of the poem, read in the light of the last line seems weighted with bitterness more than humor.
The title by itself yields an expectation of triumph over some of the circumstances which are part of being female. But the strong language of the title seen from the vantage point of the last line would frame the female experience in the human equation as subjection to a malicious Fate which women do well to escape if possible.
Cats are designed to be promiscuous and without tenderness in their male/female relationships. No human female should endure a relationship with a human male who behaves like a tomcat. It is a shame that any woman might view relationships from experiences with men who act like cats rather than men.
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Ah.
Of course I agree with you totally. But: a woman being treated as a cat, and being able to be empowered to escape this relationship, must get a trophy! I am glad to say that I see no malice in Naka ... and I, too, have no bitterness toward such men ... except knowing I will never be able to be in a relationship with a tomcat. I detest such behavior. As a Believer I may love the soul, but hate the sin.
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first off, i love Naka's poem so much...
and this is another wonderful write from you... thanks for sharing this Myra...
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Thank you, dearest Tara. I cannot get enough of the Naka stories. And she too enjoys how I write her. We are good at collaborating ...
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That is the way of cats, they choose their people and then inject themselves into their lives. Who is the owner and who is the owned? Our cat Zoey is queen of the household and pretty much gets her way all the time.
Well written.
Garrison
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Yes, Garrison!
I too have a KitKat; the legacy to me by my daughter, who now has her own household and two new cats. Well, KitKat does as cats do: as soon as my daughter comes to visit, she forgets all about me, and follows Talie around! I love cats. They are so incredibly self-sufficient and aloof. And the wisdom of old seers beams from their eyes ...
Thank you for reading! I hope Naka brings to you delight, too!
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Loved this
This could be the story of the life of 'human experience, as well.
Written as only the 'Story Mistresses, ( Myra & Naka ) could.
Excellent choice of descripts.
i stand down...lol
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I added Naka's poemie ...
She is THRILLED that you read her and my effort to bring her to you all. And Donnz is a friend of hers too now. You make her blush with glee.
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Fortunately for them cats just do what they are entitled to by nature. We're stuck with this brain, always leading us astray. As much as I appreciate the few advantages my brain has won...I often think life would be much better without it.
I wonder if Karma (in it's evolution,) has it right after all.
Maybe if we're shitty cats, we have to be humans until we become smarter. -
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I wish you could read all.
Naka is so special. Perhaps she changes a small little b. wayne brain cell and I think she would love you as I do. I am on a Naka high right now.
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