Too Many Cats

for Amy H

Paola is the eldest but
her differently abledness
Makes her seem young, innocent,
and it’s all the litter pans(!)
I keep to help her that make
me feel inflation more than anything.

Sandy is number one — really
because she’s the most even,
normal and she blinks her sometimes-
green-sometimes-gold eyes at me.

Wilson is a little muscle: shy
but attached to me like nobody sees
… because he disappears for you!

Tidbit with the nicked off ear
came in one winter and let it be known
she would not go out again — she’s
second oldest & stays out of the way.

Jackson is one crazy-eyed big red boy
— no telling what’s sneaking through
his mind but he lets me know he
needs me … and one eye on the door.

Bob lives up front, apart because
he could kill someone with a bite.
He cries about being left out nonetheless.

— joystjohn