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Old Kitty

This is my oldest and dearest cat.
He sleeps on my arm at night
and gives me poison ivy every summer.
When I take a roll of pictures
I try to take at least one of this cat
because a set of pictures with
no cat picture is worthless.

He sleeps in odd places--
inside the washer, on top of the towels,
in boxes of packing material,
in suitcases, inside my clay sculpture.
Once I closed him up in a drawer for awhile because
I didn't realize he was sleeping on my socks.

I shovel paths for him in the snow,
make special places for him in my studio
and I feed him 12 times a day.
Not bad treatment for someone raised on dogs.