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form.

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olive the cat, not the oil

almost works up a sweat

during her usual workout routine.

at her recent annual vet visit 

 after weighing her in at 9.6 pounds,

they determined that she was overweight

and assigned her a ‘goal weight’ of 8 pounds.

the first suggestion was to up her physical efforts

(which currently include an all-indoor circuit training routine

of slowly moving from couch to bed to rugs and back

with an occasional look out the window

a saunter up the 8 stairs

or taking a few steps into the kitchen to eat),

other suggestions were to 

give her healthier food

take away her bowl

(I’m half Italian, I worry if her bowl gets low)

and put her new healthy food

in something she has to work to get to.

with her round figure

set atop lilliputian legs

that will never get any taller

she does resemble a bit of a child’s-hand-sized furry bowling ball

and luckily she has a year to lose her 1.6 pounds

but timing is everything

and as luck would have it

she recently received the gift of

her very own cat advent calendar

filled with little kitty treats ‘n things

set to kick off tomorrow 

and this might be a long year

for the both of us. 

“i do not oppose form, but only form as a goal.”

-ludwig mies van der rohe

dramatist.

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olive the cat not the oil

cooly waits beneath the tree

acting as though she has not even noticed 

this new 6-foot thing in our living room

with lots of moving and dangling and twirling things on it

after i put it all up and walk away

she plans out her next day of play

knowing that i’ll be leaving for school

early in the morning. 

“the cat is, above all things, a dramatist. ”     

-margaret benson

 

and along came olive.

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tiny olive

with green eyes of two different colors

just six pounds never to grow any bigger

came into my life

quite unexpectedly 

found in the caboose of a train

a teenage mother

rescued by kind humans

and

soon to move

into to my home and family

with patience and time and space
in the little cottage
olive the cat not the oil
so sweet and playful
met
glenn frey the cat not the rocker
so reserved and timid
and they soon found a way
to peacefully co-exist
watching the world go by together.
“peace puts forth her olive everywhere”
-william shakespeare