The Cat And I On Sunday Poem by Susan Lacovara

I wake to the sound of my coughing cat

A hairball lodged, to be dispelled

And I am reminded of the 'I love you'

Still stuck in my own throat

He was able to rid himself

Of the annoying blockage

Me, I struggle for clear airway passage

Feeling like lungs will explode

From the longing to have you hear me


The cat, almost as gray as today's forecast

Looks to me with lonely eyes of green

Your green eyes once met my morning stretch

And your touch was my catnip

I wish I had the attention span of my cat

He finds quick distraction from everything

While I remain stuck in the recall of your purr

We both miss your scratches, your scrithes

And lying in your lap

The Cat and I on Sunday