I'm a cat with sharp claws
kept retracted in paws
but an unwritten clause
says when there's some cause
they'll appear without pause
you may need some gauze...
no, cats don't have flaws
they just do it because
hold your applause
this poem is paused....
Is that me in the picture?
It is.
Why? Why would you take a picture and post it somewhere so people can see my secret hiding spot?
No one knows where this is and they aren't going to go looking for you anyway...no one, except me anyway. And you have other spots, right?
You have eliminated a few of my best now. Two disappeared when you put those covered rolling bins under one bed.
Well, I needed the clothes in them to be easier to reach and these new bins are covered to keep cat hair out.
That's pretty specific...
What do you mean?
Cat hair. That would be me.
I guess it would. I don't mean to offend you. I personally love the cat hair that is on YOU. It's just that we will all be covered in it soon.
And that would be a problem because...?
It's hard to explain.
I was very happy to see that there were two UNCOVERED wooden bins filled to the brim with super clean, soft nesting clothes! Yummy spots to sleep and hide out. I picked the one at the foot of the bed for a wonderful all day nap. Then you rolled it out from under the bed, into the light of day!
I'm sorry, but you were out of sight so long. I was searching and searching for you! I was very excited to see you safe and sound asleep in my nightgown...well, not IN my nightgown...but you know ON it.
Well, it was a rude awakening, so to speak. I vowed never to use that spot again. So, yesterday I tried the second bin up at the other end of the bed. But no. You found that one, too. Thanks for rolling me out into the public domain again!
Sorry, again, but I left you overnight all by yourself and you just weren't coming out to see me!
No, I wasn't. You didn't deserve my lapnap. Maybe tonight. We will see. Meanwhile stop pointing that camera in my new spot and just pet my head. This hidey-hole is not as comfortable as the others, but I'm sure if I keep sleeping on the edge of the curtain it will end up as a very tasteful and comfy curtain-nest down here to sleep on.
I'm going to be hemming those soon.
Yeah, right. I won't hold my purr.
Shadow's Poem
Part 1
I'm a cat that likes night
I'm sorry you might
Be sad I take flight
When darkness turns light
But some long ago fright
Has made me a sprite
That evades what is bright
I'm soon out of sight
To bask in delight
Where others take fright
I don't move with much speed
But take careful heed
I've a shadowy need....
Your red blanket?
My blanket's nice, but, no, my bed.
Where do you mean? Daisy’s pet bed on the floor? You haven’t tried it. I wondered if you’d like one like that.
No, I like my bed.
Your bed? Where?
This one. The one I’m on. Window view. Fluffy, pretty blanket. Warm. Soft yet firm. And big. That’s the best part. B-I-G. Big.
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That's my bed!
Mmmm…it WAS your bed. But I think I’m going to find that it is perfect for me. The thing is, it’s high so I can see everyone. No one will step on me - so offensive to be stepped on. There’s a window for spying birds. There are lots of seagulls - not my favorite bird, but I’m sure spring will be entertaining.
Sigh.
Don’t worry, I’ll let you share a corner. It’s nice to have a human on your bed at night. They’re kind of warm - as long as they don’t take the whole space! You won’t do that, will you?
Sigh. I’ll stay right on this edge. I’m sure we can make it work. I don’t take up much room.
You need to stop sighing so much. Try purring. It's good for the soul.
So, this person came into my room the other day.
Are you talking about me, Shadow?
Well, no and yes. You did, but there have been others, too. This was another peoply being.
So it wasn't me? The peoply being wasn't me?
No, it wasn’t. This wasn't you. But this is still my blog, right?
Yes, it is still your blog.
Yes. And it is all about me. So obviously the peoply beings are not the point really.
The point is, one came in and wanted to pet me, but I was under the couch and decided I didn’t like her shoes. So I did not come out. She moved on to another room and I heard lots of playful things occurring and it sounded like they liked each other.
That’s what they do there.
What?
That’s what they do there at "A Paw in the Door". They are letting people meet you to see if you might like to go live with them forever. When you hide they can’t meet you.
I don’t need to meet people. I KNOW people. I know THE people.
What do you mean?
Did I come out from my space when you came in? Yes. I did. I did not come out to meet you. I came out to TELL you.
Tell me? Tell me what?
What did I TELL you? What did you tell the lady about me?
That “this is the one”?
Yes. Precisely. I told you “I am the one.” I came out from my space to TELL you that, so you would know to take me home.
And you have.
I am going to take a couple of days to get comfortable here. Keep that doggie being away from me for a bit so I can assess her better. She looks harmless and she weighs less than I do. I believe I can take her, so we’ll be fine once she knows enough to stop hopping around like a fuzzy grasshopper.
Is that the ocean?
Yes.
I thought so. I don’t swim.
Good night.
Good night! I’ll come in to check on you again later. Give you a few more cheek skritches before I head to bed.
That will be nice for you. See you then. I’m good. I have seriously got to take a nap. It has been a big travel day. I think I have pet lag.
You mean jet lag?
No. It's definitely pet lag. I knew it wasn't the bad shoes lady...so I didn't come out. Sometimes you just need to wait. Pet lag. It's a thing. It gets tiring.
