A poem about my cat-who was sitting on my desk bathing the whole time I was writing it! |
Jeannie It was love at first sight The first time I saw her Was a warm August evening In 2004 She was the runt of the litter Weighed just four pounds With six toes on her front paws And so tiny that her ears and paws Made her look like the Lorax I was 21 Had just moved to a new town And rented my first apartment. I was looking forward to starting a new chapter in my life After a painful year of trauma and loss And I wanted a cat. So when a little girl who lived Around the corner Asked me if I wanted a free kitten Of course I said yes! Originally her name Was Phoebe But when she crossed her paws And blinked at me A la’ Jeannie on I dream of Jeannie I changed her name. That was eight years ago Since then, Jeannie and I Have been through Hell and back. We’ve gotten our Master’s Degree- she takes credit for making me take breaks so as not to get too burned out. To do this She would plop on my book or binder And scowl at me and refuse to move. She cuddled with me That terrible day I found out My mom had ODed. She was waiting for me in the window When I came back from the hospital And sat on my lap all night Jeannie was with me When I found out My mom was going to be ok We’ve bought a house A cozy little two bedroom home With a nice backyard And best of all, a creek Where I can sit and think Up stories while I sit on the bank. She sits in the window and watches me Think up the next Gone with the Wind I hope We (I) adopted another Kitten years ago. From the SPCA Where again it was love at first sight. Jeannie was not thrilled But has adjusted to her new sister And now, as I go through Some B.S. drama at work I think, it doesn’t matter I’ve been through so much worse As long as I have my Jeannie I will always be okay. |