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Cat on My Lap

Cat On My Lap

By Bo Crandall



I was just

about to get

out of my chair

that my coffee and I

were enjoying

when

my cat

jumped into

my lap.

As we sat there

(one of us taking a bath)

I started looking around.


If I were to get up

I could

do all of those dishes.

So many dirty dishes in my life.


I could

tend to those wet clothes in the washer.

I could

fold the clothes in the dryer.

And I must

sweep these floors

someday.


But I have a cat in my lap.

And she’s

just started

kneading me.


And if I were

to get up

I could

answer that phone

that has started ringing.

After all

I do know

who

it

is.

Ami.

Ami the dish.

Pretty,

pretty Ami.


Whose smile can

overpower

a solar eclipse.


Whose eyes can

warm you

through and through

on a frozen

February night.


Whose voice

giggles

and moans

are as comforting

as an afternoon rain

in August.


The Ami

whose speaks of

marriage

children

and

long lives

together.


The Ami

of walks

through the sands

by the sea

at sunrise

together.


The Ami

of slow dancing

on the porch

under a hot summers’ moon

together.


The Ami

of hours of

laughter and

conversation

with the gang

in

a loud tavern

crowd

together.


My Ami

of sleepy


and cozy,


warm and quiet


Sunday mornings


alone


together.




If I were to get up


I could


answer


that ringing


telephone.




But I have a cat on my lap.


And she has just


gotten


comfortable.




And if I were to get up


I could


hear


her voice.



And we


would talk


together


about


last night.




About


the Ami


and the man


that I


ran into


last night.




We could


talk about


last night


together.




We could


talk


about her anger


at me


for seeing


her


and


what


was going on,


again.




We could


talk


about me


saying nothing,


just seeing


what


was going on,


again.




We could


talk once again.




She could


plead again


for forgiveness.




She could


profess again


her love.




She could


promise again


her faithfulness.




We could


talk again.




I could


forgive her again.



I could


accept her


words,


oaths,


and tears


again.




I could


make everything


right


in her world


one more time


again.




But I have a cat in my lap.


And she has


just fallen


asleep.




And all


of the dirty dishes


in my life


will just


have to


wait.



© 2020 Carter Crandall

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on September 28, 2020:

Sad situation, but a kitty cat can make your troubles disappear. At least for a few fleeting moments.

Enjoy those precious moments with the cat. Everything else can wait.

Great write.