Memories of you

You were a beautiful kitten
I loved the color of your fur
A diluted tortoiseshell
Of soft gray, peach, and white
You were a very playful kitten
You loved to pounce on the sheets
As I made up the bed
You'd roll the L'egg ball
All over the house
It was a loud toy
And I'd put it away at night
Just so I could get some sleep
You liked to play
'Let's run at the human
When she crosses the hallway'
You almost knocked me down
One night when you ran at me
Full steam ahead and
Head-butted my calf
You liked to crawl though my jeans
Whenever I'd leave them on the floor
It was the funniest thing to see
Your head sticking out
At the end of the pant leg
You loved to get into the dirty clothes
Whether they were in a basket
Or sorted into piles
Whenever I'd eat strawberries or plums
You always had to have some, too
I'd bite off little pieces for you
And you'd eat them
You liked playing in the bathtub
With your rubber balls
Most of the time you'd indulge me
Whenever I'd get out my camera
You didn't mind traveling
Sometimes, I'd pack you up
And we'd drive out to my folks
And spend the whole weekend
Where you'd get to play with their dog
You two would chase each other
All through the house
Then you guys would wrestle
And he'd drag you around the tile floor
By the scruff of your neck
Your neck and ears would get so wet
But you didn't seem to mind
When you got tired and needed a break
You'd go hide under the couch for a while
Until he'd come looking for you
Poking his nose under there at you
Then when it was time to go home
I'd open the door on your carrier
And you'd walk right in
As long as I had you
Your feet never touched the ground
If I was out on the back stoop
You'd cry to be let out
But you never once stepped onto the grass
You were a big cat with a tiny voice
And I for one miss you very much
Even though sometimes you could
Annoy me to no end
Still, I will always love you, Megan

1.22.05

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Author's Notes


As I finished writing the poem "The Aftermath," and looking back over the events of that day and reading Megan's poem to her, I felt I hadn't said anything that good or nice about her. But not all my memories of Megan are bad ones. So, I decided I should write about some of the good ones, too.

This is one of my very favorite photographs of Megan. She was up on the perch posing, and I decided to lie down on the floor to shoot from a different angle. I've always liked how this shot came out.

Megan, about 6 months old