Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Big Boy



His name was Big Boy
and he was black, fluffy and regal.
Imperiously, he would miaow to go out,
and switch his frothy tail,
that had a kink in it.

Her name was Grandma
and she had a wicked sense of humour.
She would open the screen door enticingly:
soft summer morning air,
birds chirping,
inviting green grass where he ardently needed to go........
memory of the screen door slapping on his tail
not all, but some of,  the other times.

He would calculate:
the depth of his urgent need,
the space from here to the door,
how swiftly the door would slam
once she let it go.
Would this be one of the times?
Dare he trust her for a pain-free exit?
Life is so random.

Hmmmm.............
scented air, pressing bladder, her smiling invitation,
"Come on, Big Boy," so sweet and lilting,
her hand just waiting to let go.
And he would streak, screen door would slam,
an outraged yowl of pain and betrayal,
Grandma chortling back to the kitchen.

All quiet. Until the next time.


This now horrifies me, on the one hand, but Grandma's sense of humour was so zany - and infectious -  that I can't help smiling at the memory. Poor Big Boy! Life is such a crap shoot. For Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Cats

17 comments:

  1. Ouch! It's quite a story, this stand-off. To hurt an animal! However, when I think of how often in my life I had to wait for a cat to make up its mind, I have some sympathy for the Grandma. I love the moral of your note.

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  2. I agree with Susan, quite a story...

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  3. I think they both got a chuckle - a fine tail.

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  5. Looks like you got some spam.
    Too bad they didn't read your cute poem.
    Your Grandma and mine would have gotten along.
    Indeed life IS a crapshoot and we all want to not let our tails get caught.

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  6. Moral of the story -don't get your tail caught in the door.
    Question is life ever easy

    Thanks for dropping by my blog to read mine Sherry

    much love...

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  7. Poor Big Boy-he needs some Olympic training-yikes~ I can hear the door slam-poor boy!

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  8. So that's where the cackles may have been inherited - we love! How the calculation is broken down..the mind read..the psyche understood.. Wise and funny and so very warm :)

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  9. Even cats know that life is a crap shoot. Zoom, Big Boy, zoom!

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  10. This took me a back a few years to the times when grandparents were hard and pragmatic, chopping heads off chickens and the like, coping with life as best they saw fit and standing no nonsense from animals or kids!.

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  11. Thank you for this fun trip. Appreciate this.
    Picture of Big Boy is surreal

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  12. Poor thing really. I feel sorry for it, having to fight so hard to find a place to pee!

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  13. I feel sorry for the cat too. Grandma has a wicked sense of humor.

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  14. Grandma was a little bit naughty, wasn't she? I imagine Big Boy was too, sometimes...

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  15. And how did he get that kink in the tail, one wonders? (Sorry, not laughing.)

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  16. Sounds as though they both loved the game, kink in tail notwithstanding! Ouch!

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