Crooked Box Poems, #15: Cats in the House of God

in writing •  7 years ago 

So, I'm skipping around a little in my blue notebook. One was (surprisingly) very TMI, called TMJ, and I think, if I post that one, it'll be at a later time. I had another small poem fragment, but I wanted to post something a little more substantial for the time being. And then I have one poem I've been workshopping in my creative writing class, but I'm still, ya know, workshopping it. So it'll be a hot minute before it gets here and, honestly, I might submit it for publication. I don't know. It may be too misguided.

Anyhow, yeah, I've been talking about cats a lot, but this poem just came out. It was one of those things. It was/is probably a prayer and evolved into a few neat lines of poetry.

This was mildly inspired by the fact that my parents decided to get my cat declawed because she was scratching up the door frames. I was heart broken and so against it. I even threatened to move out and take her with me, versus them declawing her, but since I'm still in school and don't have a lot of seed money, that wasn't going to happen. I still can't really face my cat without that awful knowledge that I couldn't stop them from taking that small part of her away. It's supposed to be a very traumatic procedure, especially so late in life. Darn it all to heck.

I hope you like it.

Cats in the House of God

Louis-Cathedral-Cat.jpg
This is Louis the Cathedral Cat. You can learn all about him (and more like him) here. Yeah, it's a small image, but listen, I'm tired.

if we misbehave,
tearing up the door frames to sharpen our claws,
spray us with a water bottle or something,
so we'll learn and
we can be comfortable in Your house,
content to occupying corners and
listening to You speak.

~

I hope you guys enjoyed it! It's kind of a religio-politikal thing, but you can call it whatever. It was a bit of a revelation, but I'm not sure I've payed it any attention. Like, yeah, God's been spraying me with a water bottle, but how long will He keep going on before He just decides to declaw me? Is Hell the procedure, or is it a myth? Maybe the procedure is just the cancer and death we all rail against. I really don't know, but I'd love to learn.

Goodnight everyone, and God bless! <3

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It feels like we're all just cats huddling in the various corners of our lives, not really sure what the rules are and hoping we can get by until stuff finally makes sense, and hoping not to get hit by a car.

I like your insight here :)

And I like your insight there! "Hoping not to get hit by a car." I don't know how accurate that is for some of us. :P

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