Catness Poem by anais vionet

It's a Saturday afternoon worth waiting for. It's 52°f and the sky is clear except for a scattering of popcorn clouds. I'm eating lunch with Sophy, Lisa, Anna (my roommates) and Peter (a friend) at one of the two residential dining halls that have the best pizza (yeah, you KNOW who you are) .

We're touching base before we scatter, shrapnel like, for the night. I'll be hemmed-up by circumstance and in my most diligent work-mode. I have a presentation due Monday.

Sophy says, reading from at her laptop, "Research suggests that cat owners are seen as better looking and have more sex."

"I have two cats, " I say, "at home." I preen in my double-catness.

"I'm a cat owner! " Anna announces.

"My cat DIED." Lisa reveals sadly.

"THAT cat did its JOB, " Sophy pronounced saliently, as if proving the studies validity.

"I grew up in a cat house, " Peter says.

"Ooo! YOU must have learned a LOT! " I say, batting my eyes seductively.

"Maybe we should get a cat HERE! " Sophy suggests.

"To cement our status! " Anna laughs.

The pizza was really good.