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to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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15 April 2010

Cat Frustration

This cat can’t get close enough to me.
She squats on my bulky handbag
dumped beside my chair — you’d think
it would be too uncomfortable.

When I give signs of noticing her,
she miaows piteously.
One night she climbed right up
on to my desk, before
I stopped her sitting on my laptop.

When I go to bed, she takes
a running jump (literally)
to arrive beside me, where
she purrs and purrs and purrs but won’t settle.

NaPoWriMo Day 15


  1. I miss my frustrating kitty! M xxx

  2. Ah, but she's closer now than she once was. :)

  3. that cat sure is cute and funny~

  4. Yes, she sure is! :) Thanks for commenting.