I have two cats.
The one, older than age itself, The other, the sprite,
a toothless and grumpy dowager head jerking, wide-eyed
is all hiss! curious, revs to my touch.
Like a purr ball.
The one appears to live to eat, The other to prance and to
to sleep, to dump, to gripe. scamper, running on
automatic cute.
Which,
I wonder,
is being cat?
(composed 08/03/1995)
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