and a tendency to purr,
the cat has managed
to rule us all.
It was her master plan, no doubt,
when we rescued her—
a soft and yielding bundle
of tabby stripes and gangly legs
and a voice any Siamese would envy.
(We found that out later.)
as I walked back to the house
from taking the trash out to the curb,
I saw the cat silhouetted in the lighted window—
looking like a picture book where
all the homes are filled
with light and warmth
And I thought, the cat did that.
The little tabby cat who used to be a stranger,
made our house