Forging the Hunter
see kitty
a tiny black ball of fluff
far smaller
than any 4-month old kitten
should be
see kitty
go to visit grandma
nice grandma
sick grandma!!!
see kitty
who always wants to be friendly
sneak into her room for a visit
what's that??????
sniff . . . sniff . . . sniff
crouch
ears flattening in anticipation
slowly stalking
eyes wide, pupils enlarged
sniff . . . sniff
nose wiggling in excitement
sniff . . . creep
slowly, slowly moving forward
stalk
creep
sniff
PREY!!!!
see kitty
snatch the kleenex
from the basket
where it had recently
been
discarded
gripping it firmly between his teeth
(so it can't get away)
turn and run hellbent down the hallway
susan close behind
not sure where to hide
in this new maze of a house
but certain
that he doesn't want to give up
his new found find
silly
silly
kitty
In loving memory of Onyx, my best friend
September 2, 1989 to April 11, 1999
That visit to my Mom's was memorable. She had managed to catch the flu
and, much to her chagrin, Onyx spent hours sneaking into her bedroom and
stealing kleenex's (used of course) from her wastebasket and then
running into my room with them. He would sneak around the corner, slide
along the wall where he couldn't be seen, slither under the nightstand,
and before anyone could catch him he'd grabbed another to add to his
stash!!
She called him "that unruly cat." Even then, he was trying to be the
great hunter like the panther he resembled.
Submitted by Susan Zeigler
Copyright © 1999 & 2000 Susan E. Zeigler
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