Hard to believe that I've finally recognized the superior power of the internet and submitted myself, but here I am. Much as I love my old black Moleskine, I can't upload pictures or make sweet, sweet cut-n-paste love to the physical page. Four legs good, two legs bad. And the world moves on.
As it's the end of October, I thought this beautiful poem very appropriate for my first entry. After all, it combines three of my great loves--literature, cuisine, and cats---in one small and very effective space.
Rachel Hadas
October Cats
One is the color of graham crackers and milk;
cornbread with butter and honey;
a stack of pancakes drenched with maple syrup;
peaches and cream (is anybody hungry?).
The other's tiger markings, gray and white,
are lit like alabaster from within;
foxy, rosy, ruddy; dusky blush.
Who would have thought we were so famished for
the tawny, the caressable? No longer
now splayed out along the floor for coolness,
they reconfigure for the coming season
into shapes of meatloaf, tugboat, owl.
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