Poem

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The cat greets me upon my entrance

and rubs his head against my ankle.

I bend to let him rub my hand.

If I pick him up he will seem to like it for a moment before he bites.

After I pick him up he may or may not be upset about this

and terrorize the house.

He will lay down next to me.

If I pat him, he will bite me.

He will tempt me with his sweet shy face,

only wanting to lay, untouched in my company.

He will swat.

He will ask me for affection.

Katherine Rutecki

2017