You took and gave your first lives before I met you,
rough gray patches on your back
I was fearful teary eyed little baby,
screams of kittens flashing back
First week with me
you ran from home so many times I couldn't count
crying to my aunt on the phone
I thought my world was ending
but you always came back
I was so sure I was going to cry all night I warmed you food and said goodnight.
your green eyes like lanterns in the summer sunset,
light bugs you chased in the grass
petting you softly,
scratching your chin
you looked away and gave yourself a bath
I called
You meowed
You came
I gave your favorite treats
and you stayed
Learned how to sit during first month here
You were so well behaved
Drinking lukewarm water from a martini glass
my mother traumatized me with
I black it out and laughed with my sister of a joke we made up about the family dog
Biting my legs for attention
Crying to get a lick of my ice cream
Looking out windows
Waiting to see a friend
I wondered where your liters of children are
I could've sworn I saw one in the backyard climbing up a tree.
he stared at me like he knew me.
Pink nipples
and pickiness
your last of kin had orange fur
You lost your fang on stressful transportation
My sister couldn't speak up for you
Rubbing your cheeks on grandpas shoes
stabbing holes in my flipflops
I love you Fiona now, so much it hurts, but I especially love your independence. I know you'll be alright wherever you go.
