the cats are
screaming at me again
I have fed them
it is the wrong stuff

I have opened the door
it is too cold outside
and they have declined

their morning rituals complete
they now sleep in the sun
and I still don’t know
what they wanted

I wonder if they have
some warped sense of
being Jewish
with me as Yahweh
and their response
being
why me?

a cat’s battle cry
is oye, oye, oye,
and they can wait
more than eight days
in the darkness

most will not eat pork
and they require
two litter boxes
one for each function

I continue
to puzzle their existence
as they do mine

© 2007 Sandy Vrooman