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On Cat Feet
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Lee Lubarsky
(with thanks to Carl Sandburg)
'We're getting a cat,' she said
matter-of-factly, like this was
a discussion we'd had before.
Clearly she'd given it some thought
since she was standing in the doorway
with her feet perpendicular and a look
that told me the topic was not up for debate.
I weakly protested,
No Baby,
that I didn't want the apartment to smell like litter,
vomit, and her parents' basement
but it was like trying to reason with a doorknob
that has rusted shut. And I found myself
driving to the North Shore Animal League to rescue
Patches or Gracie or
Agador-Spartacus.
Along the way I mumbled unconsciously
about dander and responsibility
and not being able to have children.
Glancing at the passenger seat
I saw that she had started to cry.
Silently it had snuck up
on cat feet.
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