Saturday, August 13, 2016

in which the cat rescues us.




With a few intriguing manners
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.)

Last night
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 love.

And I thought, the cat did that.
The little tabby cat who used to be a stranger,
made our house 
a home.


4 comments:

S. Etole said...

They have a way of capturing our hearts.

Becky Jerdee said...

So sweet, Leslie! Adorable kitty!

Loree said...

How sweet. Your cat is so adorable.

~Debbie D. said...

I've had that visual up at my Rachel's house up in Asheville.... on my last night at her place, walked up the hill a little looking down at her place with Lucy backlit in the window. And was so happy for her!