My friend and his wife take care of this old cat
he showed up one day after all his kittens did
and it was pretty quickly deduced that he was dad
to litters upon litters of kitten bastards
and I love him
I love his un-neutered jowls
like puffy cloud cheeks
his loose morals
and his handle on life
they feed him good food
he conquers every lady cat who ever lived
destroys their weak men with fast swipes
and sleeps hard on the couch despite being warned
with little snot bubbles coming out of his nose
and the world growing heavy with his offspring
your pregnancy, your problem
old man cat says
to a legion of sad lady cats
spiritually he is already a dozen states away
with his cat name changed
physically he’s right there
slaying existence
unapologetic.
This poem could have been written about an old tom we took in 45 years ago. Every ginger cat I see, I think to myself, “I know your great grandfather.”