Meow meow meow, mew meow meow…
For S and R, cats are not just critters. Cats are all the rage, a movement made more potent by the fact that we can’t have a cat because of my allergies. This does not stop them from collecting every cat item they can find… think stuffed animals, posters, shirts, more stuffed animals, books starring Bad Kitty such as “Bad Kitty for President” and “Bad Kitty Gets a Bath”, calendars, pajamas, even more stuffed animals, etc. You get the idea.
S spends far too much time watching cat videos on YouTube and playing with apps like Neke Atsume Kitty Collector. When she can’t do that, she pretends to be a cat. In fact, that’s one of the few times the girls can actually play peacefully together. One says, “hey, pretend I’m a kitty and…” off they go with imaginative scenarios where one, if not both, is a kitty.
So in homage to the Great Meow, here is a cutie poem for my crazy cat ladies in training, translated into English from their original Meowese. Just try not to purr if others are around… it might be contagious.
The Kitten
Tiny cursive critter
Weaving her way
Through every nook and cranny
As if she could
Squeeze her little round face
Even smaller
To fit through impossible holes
Her delicate whiskers
Measuring the spaces
To decide if she could pass
Her faint voice
Sending mew-mew-music
So light it dances
Overtop the air
That unpracticed song
That lifts from her infant tongue
Reaching back
Into where she cannot go