IT’S
MIDNIGHT
A
Midnight Piece of Poetry
By Izzy Ess of Sleepiness
It’s midnight and I’m half asleep. My kitty is awake and wants to play. She’s jumped upon my lap and seems to want to
type a thing or two. She’ll step on many
keys with which I’m not familiar, as she causes changes on my screen that I could
never do. My kitty’s name is, “Pee-Pee,”
short for “Precious Princess.” She’s a Calico
and very smart and beautiful. She’s also
charming and demanding, just like princesses that I have known, or read about,
in fact and fiction. If I fold out a
newspaper to read, she sits on it, obstructing my attempts to read an
article. At times, she bares her claws
and makes a judgement by reducing articles to shreds. She mostly shreds the articles about abuse of
animals, old trees, old lakes and helpless tiny humans, too. We go for walks in my apartment halls and
play some soccer with a yellow ping pong ball.
She yawns quite unabashedly and meows quite loudly when she wants some
food. Her hygienic baths are fun to
watch; she languidly licks every inch of pretty fur she has, then purrs
contentedly. She laps up water with a
flicking tongue, while sometimes she will dip her paw and lick it, cleverly. We like to listen to the music on the radio,
preferring Classical and Jazz. I’ll
sometimes tell her funny stories or I’ll sing to her. She looks directly at me, indicating that she
likes the tales and singing, eh? Just
now, she may be sleepy as she’s curled up on the seat beside me, snuggling
lovingly against my hip. She’s purring
now. Yepper, she’s fast asleep. It’s midnight and I’m going to follow
suit. I sense she likes the poem I’ve
written, now. In fact, she likes ‘most
everything I write and paint. Imagine that…
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
July 28, 2013
PP cost me CAD $ 140 plus a cardboard carrier for 10 and food and litter, litter box and pooper scooper, about a 100$, about 6 months ago when she was less than 12 months old. She was instantly quite friendly and expressive. She's grown about twice her size, to adult size. I named her Precious Princess Penelope, P*P*P, against the wishes of the Humane Society keepers who wanted her named Snuggles. I could add another P to her name, but i don't think she should be burdened by a moniker that suggests she's Perfect, as i'm sure she already thinks... She's good at sensing moods and very good at assertive behaviour. She's very athletic and can jump easily about 2 m. She's adept at dribbling ping pong balls and keeping it away from me. She's a very fast runner as demonstrated one morning when a little dog chased her. i'm sure she wouldn;t let the same dog chase her; like my other cats, she would stand up to him and swat him on the nose, with confidence. She's sensed that we are moving to a different apartment and she may have to go in the car, which makes her cry. She cries each time I leave her and she makes me chase her back to the apartment. She greets me at the window and behind the door before i get within a metre of it. Sometimes, she greets me when i'm still about 10 m. from the door. She rushes into the hall immediately when the door is opened to protect me. my last great cat was eaten by coyotes when i let her out alone to pee at night. i still feel guilty. the last i heard from him was a blood-chilling scream. i worry that my nazi-like superintendent will do her harm; he's accused her of ripping up the carpet, unjustifiably and demands that i declaw her. Never! he claims that it's against the rules and regulations to allow her running in the hall... she's precious and priceless and i love her. She may outlive me...
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