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Hello!

Happy full moon! I’m in a good mood today as I write this because I’m getting a little kitty home this week. AHHH! Everything’s about to change and I’m just soaking in this newfound anticipation of love and wholesomeness :’)

Wrote two mini poems down in response to all the feelings I’ve been feeling:

• so much

  is changing

  so fast

• we have never met

  but there is love

  blooming gently

Today, I’m just going to fill your inbox with kitten/ cat poems. Wishing you much delight as you read them :)

the kitten catches one
now and then...
fallen leaves

Our kittens have the softest fur,
And the sweetest little purr,
And such little velvet paws
With such cunning little claws,
And blue eyes, just like the sky!
(Must they turn green, by and by?)
Two are striped like tigers, three
Are as black as black can be,
And they run so fast and play
With their tails, and are so gay,
Is it not a pity that
Each must grow into a cat?

Salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then laps the bowl clean.
Then wants to go out into the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could I do with wild words?
I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.

As the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot

carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot

Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word

of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.

Read the full poem here.

Keep cats
if you want to learn to cope with
the otherness of lovers.
Otherness is not always neglect -
Cats return to their litter trays
when they need to.
Don't cuss out of the window
at their enemies.
That stare of perpetual surprise
in those great green eyes
will teach you
to die alone.

That’s all from me(ow) tonight. Please send me kitty care advice / things you wish you knew when you got your first cat home / good energy for this new journey.

Eep.

Wishing you a purrfect month ahead,
Rohini

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