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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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SEPTEMBER 6, 2010 1:25AM

Pets #4. Sunday Sep 5, 2010

Rate: 14 Flag

The cat came by and said hello tonight.
He found me on the porch, the outside light
Unlit, and looking out across the street.
He'd just come by to get a bite to eat.
We've always liked each other, he and I.
And he adores my son.  He wonders why
The kids are sometimes here, and then they're gone.
I've seen him, sitting, waiting, on the lawn.
He's never tried to fathom my affairs.
He sees me, sitting, thinking, on the stairs.

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The kitty doesn't need to know details of what is going on. He simply needs to know that you are there and that he can trust that. He loves the boy who is your son, an extension of the you that he trusts as he sees you, "sitting, thinking, on the stairs." So much to love here.
I knew you liked this cat and he liked you
A simple friendship yet uniquely true
And you deserve to be rated too, my friend!

Have a lovely day!
I wonder sometimes what is going on in a cat's head. They seem to know a lot. Maybe more than us. Who know? R-
Your poem has a nice rhythm. I enjoyed reading it. Pretty cool cat, too.
R
My Tom-meh waits in the lane for me to come home, then serpentines up the drive in front of the car until I park and then he jumps in when the door opens. He loves homecomings! Beautiful writing, sir!
A thoughtful pair, the two of you there, your thoughts filius and feline.
It's nice to see you sitting, thinking in the poem. rated!
I like everything you write.~r
What Joan said.

The outside light unlit, looking out. That's lovely, I know that place.

Fathom is on my long list of favorite words.
Man oh man, this place is loaded with cat lovers (myself included). So I had better rush to assure everyone that the cat is fine. I saw his owner today, and told her that the local wildlife was taking advantage of all the free food. All will be well - he and I are getting to know each other a little better.

Katy, I do too. He's rock steady, and doesn't change homes easily.

Canuck, I think "on their terms" is the key to everything about cats.

anna1, he really does love my son. I was surprised at how well they got along, almost immediately.

Kate, you're getting better and better. Looks like the urge has really gotten under your skin, too!

Dave, I think cats are great actors. I wish I could remember who said that there are two questions in a cat's mind: 1) Can I eat that? And if not, 2) Does it love me?

Stacye, welcome! Thanks for coming by. Cool cat indeed. And I do try to keep the rhythm consistent.

Linnnn, this guy serpentines at my toes. I have nearly fallen over him several times. (No driveway. On-street parking.)

catch-22, I might use that phrase. Hmmm...

Caroline, and it's nice to see you! Been busy?

Joan, that is a very sweet thing to say. I love having you as a reader.

c&v, so I can get your attention with a nautical term which, when used on land, is only spoken of in the negative? If I ever, ever, EVER go to a bar again, I shall keep that single word at the ready.

Thanks everyone. Time to turn in, busy busy busy tomorrow.

You are all wonderful to come by.
Well, I think to fathom something is to comprehend it, or to plumb its depth. (Might be careful saying that in a bar.) The etymology is sweet - it comes from a word that means outstretched arms, open wide.
Sweet gentle images. I like the cat's eye view.
Sometimes they know just the right time to come by and visit us.
Lovely poem.