I Live With Cats

By John I. Blair

For all my years I’ve lived with cats.
They sleep with me
And owe their room and board
To my indulgence.

I talk to them,
Pretend they answer back,
And generally treat them
As my children.

Yet when I stop to think,
I really don’t know much
Of what transpires
Between their furry ears.

Oh, with patience
And persistence
Each has taught the other
Some useful tricks,

So we get by most famously.
But if we traded thoughts
(Even for a minute)
It would likely drive us nuts.

No problem, though,
As this has been
My case with other humans
For just as long.

©2003 John I. Blair