White Cat

In which Carrie and Ode each write a character poem ….

William is shaved

She should be called

“Fluffy”

(And, as a matter of course, it is the name my thirteen year old neighbor

gave her when she’d sneak out “Demon’s” leftovers, on occasion,

whenever the so-called cat was crying with great pathos about her lot in life.)

 

There was nothing Fluuuuffffy about her then.

Just grey and brown

On matted white clumps

Like over-trammeled snow

In a supermarket

Parking lot.

 

So I took her.

And shaved her.

And de-wormed her.

And loved her.

 

She gave us both fleas.

(But don’t mention this mortifying fact,to her,

to any cat.)

 

She looks up at me

With ancient tired eyes

(invoking pathos)

Like she did when

(I swear)

 

She told me her name

The first day:

William.

Call me William.

 

-Carrie Anne Ebner 12/29/14

Williamlicksherchops

William the cat wears

sturdy German shoes

 

William is gruff with men

All men

Because of her past

Because of their past

 

William takes all women

seriously

 

William grieves women who

do not follow her lead

 

William directs her energies

toward those who respond

 

William is busy with

work of consequence

 

William drinks crap scotch

William is loved.

-Laura “Ode” Webb, 12/29/14

 

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