I wouldn't say I like many
cute things, but when a kitten
pisses in my bed, I have to
forgive the
bastard because his
parents didn't love him,
and he, this 5-week old
reminds me of life's resilience
brought into this polluted world,
the one I polluted with my
urine and made grandmother
clean up since I couldn't use a
washing machine or
chemicals, and I've found that
scouring another's waste can be
unpleasant.
One girl I call Kitten
would purr in bed when
I gave her head
and played with her
since she couldn't sleep until
she was safe,
because some people are
poachers, her blue
Siamese eyes straight ahead
tracking my movements,
part of game and part protection as
she wasn't starving ever again.
She would piss the bed, too,
and I still didn't know how to clean it
so I waited and waited
to wait for her to scour her mess.
The outline's still there
if you're close enough to see it.
