NaPoWriMo 8: The Cats

Well, my pain levels are dropping but I'm suffering extreme exercise withdrawal. I now know what it means to have taper madness. My body is jangling with unused hormones and energy and I've been on a bit of a psychological roller coaster. The only thing getting me through this is the knowledge that I do seem to be healing, so I'm obviously doing the right thing. In any case, I needed to concentrate on something a little more lighthearted today. Here's an off-the-cuff piece on a less substantial topic!

The Meeting of the Feline Bonnie and Clyde
You can see the hamster
wheel smoking in the
poor boy’s brain, the
cat that thinks he’s a
dog, the blue Burmese
baby indoors, bully without.
There is a small brown ball
of fluff wending its way
towards him, orange eyes,
orange chin, small orange paw.

Then, as we wonder whether
the new edition will become
fodder, whether we need to
embark on a rescue mission,
we can see him thinking
“Oh look, it plays”!

There follow a couple more
fraught hours as he works out
that six kilos of muscle must
adapt its methods if it wants
the game to continue for
very long, then suddenly
success and running and
chasing and friendship and …

That was the last night we
were able to sleep without
disturbance in a very long,
long time.