Wednesday, March 6, 2019
My sister has a cat, a very pretty cat, long slender neck and graceful moves. Cookie is a refugee from Hurricane Maria which devastated Puerto Rico in September 2017. It is reported that the cat seems grateful for the largess bestowed upon her, but she does not reciprocate with any kind of overt demonstration of affection. The following is a middle-of-the night creation I "dreamed up" and sent to Ilene a few weeks ago.
I dreamed last night about a cat named Cookie.
I was visiting my sister in the Garden State
Resting peacefully in her guest room
The door a bit ajar; I don't want to fumble with knobs
In the middle of the night.
Somewhere in the wee hours I heard a gentle tap on my door
"David," Ilene whispered, "I can't find my cat."
"Don't panic," I replied. "Flip on the night light."
"The cat's been sleeping with me for the past three nights."
"NO!" the glare of the overhead light hit my sleepy eyes.
Ilene stood, amazed, appalled, moved toward the bed.
Cat like a flash crawled deep down next to my feet.
"Let her be," I said. But I could see that Sis was crushed.
"She's okay. We'll talk in the morning.
"Nice Cookie." I crooned. " La Gata, Senora Gata, duerme ahora."