Written for: Poets United Midweek Motif~Cats
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that
the animal is going somewhere.” ~ Groucho Marx
Midnight black, disappeared
in darkness, save for emerald
eyes that shone. Jake rocked.
Sunned himself in kitchen
window, scoffed at thunder
and lightning. When fireworks
erupted, Jake merely glanced up,
then settled back into meditation
mode, eyes slit.
His best friend was his sister,
Baylee–an Afghan-Chow mix.
Jake assumed boxer’s stance,
and rough-housed with Baylee
in a living room arena.
Jake had a strange predilection
for chasing scrunched balls
of foil, or candy wrappers
from boxes of chocolate.
He also enjoyed jumping
on the back of the couch
right above Mom, who was not
an animal lover.
In later years, he had to be
tested each day for diabetes
levels, and given injections.
I’d do it all again, gladly,
if only I could have him back.
purplepeninportland 
Aw how sweet. Luv your poem end
Much love…
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What a wonderful mix of poetry and prose – and such a touching story – Jake sounds like a very good friend
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Marvelous description as he disappears with eyes that glow! I never had a cat that calm in a storm, but always, always cats have gone like a magnet to the person who doesn’t want them. It may be a sisterhood of aloofness … I Love This Poem and also Jake.
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He sounds marvelous and yes, we would do it all again, to have them back. Sigh.
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once gone we can’t have them back…sigh…
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Cats – my second favorite pet
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I can really feel the love in your poem. Yup, one goes through much for one’s animals…and one would do it again!
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Enjoyed your memories of Jake.
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He sounds like quite a personality!
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