Travel Shorts

A new chapter has started in my life and I have Billie-cat back. My sister sent me this link about women and their cats. I've had a deep obsession with my pets since I was a kid. It was borderline sinsister how I would hug them so tight, and lock them in cupboards for fear they'd leave me...

I incurred a square shaped scar on my right knee in an attempt to deter Gizmo's escape when I was 6 years old. He was agile enough to miss the smouldering hob ring as he bounded for the window in a bid for freedom. I, fixated on his escape route, managed to overlook it until my knee began searing with white heat and resembled an over-toasted marshmallow.

I still bear the scars now at 30; perhaps rightly so.

I know that if you love something you're supposed to set it free, but what if it loses its way?

It rained all night
pattering on my pillow
a consistent buzz like
purring.
Velcro claws
catching
interrupt rhythmic
sleep. Finally
dawn streaks
through the sky
and
miniature tiger
gets her ambush.


My cat has her spaying operation today. I was interested in marking the occasion with a little ode because I am totally mushy on the sly. I looked up the collective nouns for tiger here .