Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt called for a paean to the stalwart hero of the household: your pet. I know there are people out there who write meaningful poetry about their cat, dog, or goldfish, but I am clearly not one of them. I adore my cats (Isaac, today’s poem star, and Jean-Guy, the shy guy of my house) and probably take more photos of them than I do of my kids. Yet it was difficult to put that affection into words.
that your penchant for hissing
when you’re touched not just so,
that your sharp claws
which you refuse to have trimmed,
that your insistence on jumping
up and on anything,
that your preference for being
on a lap, no matter the welcome,
would cause lashing out of
a bruised cat-ego
once the baby arrived.
What a happy surprise
when you jumped into the crib
to nap with the newest member
of the family you believe you lead,
purrs audible over the baby monitor.
What a beautiful gift
to see you still take every chance
to cuddle next to that child,
ten years later.