These cats.
Inherited
from my son.
Are
mine
now.
Little
furry,
purring
Terrorists.
I love these cats.
I do not like them,
though.
Relentless torment
and torrent
of feral
and
fecal habits.
People tell me
to rid myself
of them.
I cannot.
I could not.
My furious heart
would break.
They are old.
And, set.
I could not.
I cannot.
Mostly because
My son
is dead
now.
And,
He
loved
them
so…
Lynn
E. Ruiz
5/15/18
