something tells me that
perhaps the wrong cat
drank the rescue remedy calming drops
from the water bowl.
one is facedown in a bowl of seashells
while the other, (my intended target)
is busy outside
standing up on two feet
looking in at me through the window
and meowing loudly.
“mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.”
and we have added to our family once again.
this handsome fellow,
weighing in at just 8 pounds
and 8 years old
has lived a hard life
first on his own
on the mean streets
with scars, and cuts, and ruffled fur
then with a family
who may not have fully appreciated his charms
and he was sent away
to spend his days in a small cage
with nothing but an uncertain future
and a short timeline ahead
but he has persevered
against all odds.
and when we walked into the shelter
and he reached
a tiny ginger paw
out of his cell
to wave to us
and called out
with a little voice
he had been waiting a long time
to meet us
we had been waiting a long time
to meet him.
we carried him into the cottage
was instantly transformed
the most affectionate and gentle cat
we have ever met
and knew that he was home at last.
(he has been lovingly named nacho, and he is the furry one with the orange hair.)