When scratching posts die

A dead scratching post

An Abandoned Post

Come home Susie.
Don’t take your appetite,
I might call it love
Except cats don’t feel
Love, just hot and cold
Hunger and thirst,
Such portable needs,
Up and down the street
Until they are met.
Did I not please you?
Even though you are
My cat, I see you now
Sitting in the window
As I walk past, not
Caring that it’s me,
Looking out from inside,
All fed and warm with
That slow dismissive blink
Like you don’t even know me.
How do you think
That makes me feel?

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