Story about my cat |
Child Hood Memories: Persey His coat was a shaded charcoal and metallic white They were never sure where he came from, perhaps He came from the neon lights of the bodega where Flies amalgamated with the floor due to the mice traps That were hidden beneath the metal racks of chips, salsa Green and yellow plantains, cookies, and bread perhaps Perhaps. But they knew for certain he appeared at our door And instead of water being thrown at his feet he was given Much more. My brothers and parents accepted his frigid Cobalt eyes. Because at first, yes at first, he was gentle Fell into the laps of my parents. Lapped the scraps off The Table gracious for food, and played gently with my brothers But it was all a façade. It started so slowly; he claimed The remote, an oversized red pillow, the cushion, even the spine Of the couch. Soon he reigned over the apartment and all Who dwelled within. He forced his servants to find him the finest Feline cuisine. The unfortunate thing here is his servants, my parents Never saw his sins. A torn couch shredded by elongating nails, shoes chewed On by jagged teeth, and a burned and mangled curtain that smelled Of cat urine. “Me—the brothers did it—ow” he would say and he had A clean slate until of course one of his servants gave birth. He tolerated me at first, yes at first, dealing with her cries for attention: a bottle, a change… But my needs were spoiling his dominance over the family. He grew Weary of me after three days and was instantly filled with spite The only thing he could do was attack me when night fell. When I Was asleep he watched over her like an angel’s whisper only his thoughts Were menacing. He climbed into my crib and marked what he thought he could own His eyes gave off an eerie yellowish, greenish, gold when he was through with His task when I was to awake I would cry no more. His dander was in My eyes, his pee was on my soft sheets, and his shit smelled of musty earth He patted his self on the head with licked paws he was pleased until his Servants, my parents, entered the room and he hid in his abyss until His servants changed the sheets and bathed me scolding themselves Underneath their breath for owning such a foul cat. When this was done he Appeared from closet and watched me as I cried. He thought I Had succumbed to his rules. I declared: “One day I’ll throw you in a garbage bag and spin you around and then bury you in sand.” Nonchalantly he licked his rose colored crayon penis and said, “Suuuure little girl catch me if you can” |