Cat Royalty

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. This was my pop up memory in Photos today. It’s our cat when she was a kitten, always strutting around like she owns the world, climbing trees, showing off. And yet, we couldn’t pet her, she was so wild. She’s come a long way and even purrs on Scott’s lap now AND we can actually reach down and pet her. But watch out! She’s still a grumpy royal queen who’d just as soon bat at you as let you pet her. And you this is true too: she’s still our “baby!”

Poetry

Cat Royalty

Royal stance
with collar worn
as if it’s a crown
of blue sapphires,
wears her stripes
like black diamonds,
golden green eyes
cast “watch out” glare,
her flat, puffed cheeks
with mouth
in a snooty “pfffummfff,
strut so arrogant,
she ducks her ears
rather than her head
all the while
nonchalantly
investigating
the old dog house.

Sheri Edwards
10.24.23 297.365.23
Poetry/Photography

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