I had two cats, Bliss and Marvin,
both are now deceased.
Bliss always went missing. Probably
escaping from Marvin, whom she
One night Bliss was found,
reluctantly allowing a neighbour
to carry her home.
She quickly scurried inside,
finding her throne at the landing
of the carpeted staircase.
Marvin approached with caution,
knowing the wraith within Bliss.
He calmly inched forward to sniff
the world he was too timid to be
No resistance was given.
Perhaps the old girl was
too sleepy to stay fierce.
I like to think, deep down,
there was some love
for her little brother.