Fall’s upon us,
laid that maple low.
As the sugars rise and flow
and assign each leaf its brilliance,
it’s time for the changes.
After two full years without a cat,
we broke our fast with Lilly, five years old,
rescued from a cross-country move.
Oh, she holds down a lap, chases a laser, meows a little,
but showed no interesting quirks of character.
Until the other night.
We’re rethinking.
Max, four German Shepherds back, used to bite water.
Had a few kittens who flirted with the shower drain.
Never had a cat who sits in running water.
Be ready to take it and run when you tell the universe:
surprise me!