Around this time last year, I wrote a poetic portrait of my son and our kitten. Both have shed their baby looks since April 2017. And they are more used to each other now, him less heavy handed and her more patient.
Boy and Cat
She’s just a tiny baby cat
Our Mishka
So like a soft toy, its deceiving
For a boy
Used to teddy-friends
‘What happened to your cheek, arm, lip?’
Too much love
Written on his face with scratches
Boy and cat
The best of begrudging friends
A slinky feline escape under the house
Come back, Mishi!
And she always does