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Catch 22

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As you may know, in addition to the dog, I have living with me a 22-year-old tabby. I say living with because I’m not naive enough to think Cally belongs to me. If anything the opposite is closer to the truth, after so many years I pretty much just give her what she wants at this point. She sleeps all day, waking only occasionally to gorge herself on food and drink. That’s the life for me. It’s always such an inspiration to meet your heroes.

I put this together last night while I was actually trying to write something else but someone had other ideas. This is a fairly regular occurrence usually just necessitating her being lifted up and positioned directly in front of her food dishes.

Once finishing the chicken flavored pieces she prefers though the dance will undoubtedly begin again. But she’s so old now that it seems pointless not to accede to her somewhat tiresome demands. Bring forth the chickeny bits!

This is Catch 22, April 15, 2018.

 

Desperate eyes never leave yours

Looks up at you from all fours

Cajoling taps upon your shin

Begs for you to please God begin

I dole out rubs at a languid pace

Annoyance shows upon her face

Her mewling cries echo quite loud

I at last rise as does she proud

That pestering borderline rude

Has earned another bowl of food.

 

Thankfully the dog is extremely grateful in performing clean up duty for the less delicious pieces Cally flings aside. Symbiosis indeed.

That’s all for me today folks. I must venture out of my igloo and earn my meager living. I’m trying to teach the dog to crochet but until that pans out…

-Alex Blaikie


 

 

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  22. In the life of a cat, it is vital that any human sharing their space know their place. “Dogs look up to us, Cats look down at us. Pigs treat us as equals.” Mark Twain

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  25. I have adopted a three month old shelter cat. I have always had dogs … no cats. She is teaching me instead of the other way around. Right now we are butting heads about getting on the kitchen table.She pays me no mind and I had to remove the chairs to another room. So we have a truce. She is of great comfort to me. Thanks for the great read. Looking forward to reading more. g

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  26. I’m very much enjoying your blog! I can vividly see your sweet cat and dog; I have some just the same! I love your name on here, any relation to Dead Poet’s Society by chance?

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    1. Yes actually. Not only is it a fantastic film, Robin Williams was an amazing man. It’s meant directly as an homage to both. Interestingly, there is no possessive apostrophe in the film title. I suppose it must have been referring to them (Poets) as plural. I did consider adding one to my own name as theoretically I’m only one writer but since I’ve so many different voices in my head anyway plus it was meant as relatively on the surface allegory I decided not to include. I’ve been waiting so long to clarify that! Thank you so very much:)

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      1. That’s fantastic! I’m glad I was able to ask so you could explain it all. 🙂 I do like that you chose to go without the apostrophe as well, it’s very fitting. That’s my all time favorite film, and while I did know there wasn’t an apostrophe, I’m sure I put one in while asking and hadn’t given it that much thought! So thank you for letting me learn and think about even more from that film. Robin Williams was definitely an amazing man, we were lucky to have had him in the world. (also, I’m now 2 1/2 years sober, so your blog name spoke to me on several levels!)

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  28. Hi Alex. Not a pet owner! But I am sure they are good company for some. Many thanks for liking “So Easy!” And wanting to follow my poetry adventures. Writing is my passion that keeps me sane and alive! Like all things Paranormal! UFO’s! Conspiracy theories! Observing this crazy violent virtual reality society! Great to meet yo.#TheFoureyedPoet.

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  31. My cat sounds a lot like yours. I’ve often asked him, “Do you want to be petted, or would you like to eat? Because if you want to eat, you have to let me work.”
    And he looks up with big, yellow eyes and sticks claws in my leg and his head under my hand.

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  32. I lost my tortoise shell at 21. A feisty old kitty with claws not so pretty, but what she lacked in sociability around people’s houses , she more than made up for in her skill hunting mouses (Sorry, new to poetry ;>)

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  37. Thanks for the follow; I hope you find plenty worth reading. Your tabby sounds amazing. Mine only made it to nineteen, but we loved her. Deaf and almost blind at the end. I miss her.

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