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The cat wants the dogs balls. That can’t be right.

My roommate’s cat Can’t Get Right, who suffered a traumatic head injury as a kitten, likes to lie on the washer and look out the windows at the birds and squirrels which grace our backyard. I was out there on Sunday throwing balls for the dog and I heard a thunk behind me as the cat threw himself bodily at the window in his frantic attempt to penetrate the invisible forcefield preventing him from catching the ball. He does that a lot. Generally I continue to throw the ball and the dog and I share a laugh at CGR’s expense. This time, I held the ball up to the window. CGR beat on the windows with his paws in a berserker trance until I took the ball away, a little bit afraid he’d hurt himself, and then he meowed at me and stalked off.

(In case you somehow missed it, the best poem ever written about cats.)

(And my chapbook Edgewise is still available for pre-order.)

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2 Comments

  1. Peg wrote:

    Hee! My favorite cat poem is William Matthews’s “Rescue” — about his cat trying to join him in the shower. Let me know if I should dig up a copy for you..

    Tuesday, February 23, 2010 at 2:32 pm | Permalink
  2. Yes please!

    Tuesday, February 23, 2010 at 8:06 pm | Permalink