Conversation with the Cat

“What would you do if I sang out of tune?  Would you stand up and walk out on me?  I asked with hesitation.

“WTF.  Are you off meds again.  I walk out on you all the time?”  hissed the cat.

“I bet your wondering…What do I do when my love is away?

“Does it worry you to be lone?  You are such a pussy.” spit the cat.

“I bet you’re wondering…How do I feel by the end of the day”

Watching the thought bubble dribbling from the Cat’s head.  I had known the answer…

“Who gives a shit?”

The Cat smirked, a Cheshire Cat smile…“Are you sad because you’re on your own?”

Frustrated and bleeding from recent cat scratches: I spoke with more authority…

“No, I get by with a little help from friends.  I get high with a little help from my friends.  I’m gonna keep trying with…a little help from my friends!”


After the Cat took a dump in the litter box.  She strutted back…

“Do you need anybody?  Could it be anybody?”

Not feeling the love…I shouted…

“I just need somebody to love, goddamn it!”

The Cat had recently met a new, un-neutered Tom Cat in the backyard.  And, she had been strutting about the lawn…as of late.

She questioned me…“Would you believe in love at first sight?”

“Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time!”

After leaving her new boyfriend bemused and confused.   The scent of her daydream believer had turned to dangerous, frisky night.  Her next philosophical inquiry?

“What do you see when you turn out the light?”

Coming back from lighting a scented candle.  Hoping to overwhelm the cat box aroma of evil.  I settled back in the fur lined desk chair.

“I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine.”


The Cat finally flopped at my feet antagonizing me.  Teasing me to scratch her belly! “Fuck that.  Loving and hating you…is such a fine line!”




Momma said, there’d be days like this

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She smiles at me as if to say,

‘don’t worry, it will be okay.’

But what of the aches and pains that fill the mind?

The dreams, good or bad, hidden in places only I can find.

My Cheshire cat grins at me, from time to time.

Particularly on days when it appears…she is not a fan.

I pretend to not listen…when she reminds me,

‘you are just Alice in Blunder-land.’

and, then…

She will smile and blink, as if to say,

‘get off the fence…

you Mad Hatter…

this is not your last dance.’

But, again, I ponder,

‘do I dare speak of my continued lack of…wonder?’

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Of all the visionaries that garnish my diet.

Those beings who will not stay quiet.

It would be the one true love who unsettles me the most.

She is the queen elect to my despondency host.

Over and over again,

her cup runneth over with my toast.

Fear not,

yours is just another day in paradise.

It is a day for hidden visions to come out and fight.

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When it’s nobody’s business the way that you want to live.  Just have to remember there’ll be days like this